The Books That Sold No Copies Forever
Like the rest of the economy, purely a socialist charade and a grand guignol grift
One of the reasons I have gained such respect for Anonymous Conservative over the years is that I have watched him independently reach the exact same conclusions I have reached and probably on less data and far fewer personal experiences that I have had at the coalface as an untouchable and shunned outcast. You’d be surprised what the people at the very bottom of society witness and experience which is never mentioned in the mainstream anywhere.
Since I started my Substack I have been dying to write about my friend Oliver and the day he gave me the complete rundown on the real world and where books fit into the equation overall. They were critical to the global ecosphere for criminals and literature claiming to be a First Amendment protected divine industry was in most cases nothing but one long gangster swindle intimately connected to drugs, pornography and money laundering. The noblest profession of authors was in reality something that had been turned into just another racket by the year 2000 in America.
By the time I had sold ten thousand books on the streets of New York City off a folding table in front of Union Station, I knew ten incontrovertible facts about literature and the publishing industry in America.
90% of all sales data for books is fake.
90% of all books sell few enough copies to ever justify publishing an author for any reason unless it is for sinister motives.
90% of all authors are hacks who are sourced and sponsored for political propaganda reasons. Many of them with criminal records and shady pasts.
90% of all popular science books have to be force fed to people who don’t want to buy them so it is reasonable to conclude that 90% of all pop-sci is hokum and snake oil.
Stephen Hawking was a charlatan who couldn’t sell a single book without running a grift and Richard Dawkins was even worse. Both of them were sponsored hacks managed by people who fed them their basic presumptions.
The “great minds” promoted by book publishers are the most vulgar mediocrities.
The “revolutionary ideas” they sing the praises of in new releases are nothing but tired rehashes of old marxist ideas previously published in the Soviet Union and it’s satellites during the Cold War.
The majority of all the books you have been told sold millions of copies were in fact returned to the publisher, had their covers torn off and were dumped in landfills in those instance where they couldn’t even get homeless people to steal them off the loading dock in order to mark them as losses for accounting purposes at tax time.
If a book is any good or sells well at all it means it slipped the net accidentally and shortly it will be recalled, the author will be blacklisted and huge new politically funded groups will suddenly materialize out of thin air for the sole purpose of discrediting that book. A great example of this phenomenon is E.O. Wilson’s ON HUMAN NATURE published in 1978. Once this kind of book has made an initial profit, it will be memory holed and every attempt will be made to see to it that it never again influences public thought or culture. HEALTH AND LIGHT by John Ott (1976) is another.
The book industry operates at a loss and has done so for over a century, purely as a means of controlling public opinion. Like the media, it simply does not draw enough attention to be self-funding. All modern books are mainly barely veiled communist polemics and samizdats, there are no other kinds of books permitted.
“Gay or crazy?” asked Oliver as he unpacked books in front of the old theatre beneath the awning alongside me on Broadway. “Gay or crazy?” he put the two options to me again.
I was puzzled “That’s the only choices I get? A & B but where is C? Why only two possibilities?” Oliver started laughing. “You’re either gay or you’re crazy. A young man who looks like you should have a dozen honeys out here. You shouldn’t be sleeping out here you should be running gigolo game on some middle-aged woman who is happy to put you up at her place for services rendered. So you’re either gay, crazy … waitaminnit, I just realized you could also be stupid.”
Now I started laughing. “You got it. I’m stupid. See, there was a third option after all.”
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