Transhuman and Subhuman: Essays on Science Fiction and Awful Truth, John C. Wright (Castalia House)
At his best JC Wright is an oblivious blowhard paying an unintentional homage to Mr Collins of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice:
“I have often observed how little young ladies are interested by books of a serious stamp, though written solely for their benefit. It amazes me, I confess;—for certainly, there can be nothing so advantageous to them as instruction. But I will no longer importune my young cousin.” – Mr Collins
At his worst JC Wright is the creepy uncle who “accidentally” lets his robe fall open in front of the children. I say this because of the way he inserts sleazy tidbits of burlesque into his rants. I will not quote him. He is not quotable. I will not recommend reading his work to see what I mean. His language is dense and intentionally obtuse. His goal is to lead the reader to agree with just one of his assumptions and then pretend to reveal great truths built upon those assumptions when really he’s just redefining reality to suit his own whims. It’s obvious that he thinks he is clever but it is surprising anyone else would agree.
Rebekah Golden 