Thursday, 16 April 2009
Fight Club is one of the most interesting films (and books) of recent years. It probes the disillusion of an alienated white collar American (played by Edward Norton) who founds a network of underground fighting clubs for angry, emasculated males. These Fight Clubs do not exist to impart a specific street fighting art, like Brazilian Jiu Jitsu or European Savate. Rather, the men attend to experience true manhood for the first time.
In Fight Club, manhood is seen as something that men have been systemically robbed of by a media-driven society. Everywhere, images of ‘ideal men’ are projected that are utterly bereft of manly virtues – in fact, as Norton’s alter-ego Tyler Durden succinctly argues, most of these ideals are ‘some faggot’s wet-dream’. By contrast, the Fight Club experience restores to men the natural, primordial springs of masculine existence: ‘After a few nights at Fight Club a man looks like he’s carved of wood’.
Fight Clubs are governed by eight simple rules (perhaps a parody of the Buddhist Eightfold Path):
1. You don't talk about fight club.
2. You don't talk about fight club.
3. If someone says stop, goes limp, even if he's just faking it, the fight is over.
4. Only two guys to a fight.
5. One fight at a time.
6. They fight without shirts or shoes.
7. The fights go on as long as they have to.
8. If this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.
Pointed barbs at the vapid values presently ruling the Anglosphere are skilfully woven into the narrative. The author of Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk, recounts how he jumped though all society’s hoops to impress his parents – high school, college, employment – a lifetime of ‘turning the other cheek’ and ‘knuckling down’ – only to find himself in a poorly paying, boring job as a technical author.
There, he says, a festering rage began to incubate: he felt that society had ‘cheated’ him and forced him into a dissatisfying mould without recompense. So Chuck starting fighting: in bars, in the street, whenever he got the chance. For him, the experience was completely liberating. He felt renewed, vital, existentially authenticated. It was this feeling that inspired him to write Fight Club:
Message boards all over the Internet posted requests looking for real fight clubs. Mormon students in Utah brawled; kids in garages started punching each other out; unlicensed boxing mini-boomed; wrestling, the theatrical parody of fighting, outsold real boxing (Mitchell, 2001: ppXI-XII).
A cultural phenomenon, Fight Club is a distinctly Anglo-American mythopoietic construct. In the Latin, oriental or Slavic worlds, where manhood is unimpaired by cultural vagaries like Anglo repression or latent homosexuality, Fight Club would be meaningless. It derives its meaning and power from the parlous, victimised state of masculinity in Anglo-American culture. This is something that virtually all critics of both the novel and the film have missed (perhaps inevitably, as they are not party to the Anglobitch thesis and its explanatory power).
In Anglo culture, due to its gynocratic, puritanical and misandrist tendencies, masculinity is essentially disliked. This is why normal boys are pumped full of Ritalin in school and college, why men are routinely castigated throughout the media and why masculine values are universally derided. Fight Club represents a belated attempted attempt to reclaim Anglo-American manhood.
Speaking from the heart, this humble blog and its associated website embody the Fight Club ethos. All men worthy of the name are disgusted by the pitiful, latent homosexual matriarchy that is the contemporary Anglosphere. The many emails of support, not to mention the impressive level of interest in the Anglobitch Thesis (100 hits a day) reveal how men yearn to break the matriarchal chains and reclaim their manhood. Like Fight Club, the Anglobitch Thesis was on the tip of everyone's tongue - it just needed a forum for expression. From India to the United States, from Canada to Australia, men warped by Anglo-Saxon puritanism and its gynocratic cult of 'Woman Worship' are crying out for release from centuries of bondage. Gentlemen, the answer is simple: ignore, erase or destroy the puritanical Angloculture or die trying - there is no other way. You are the greatest men in the history of the Anglosphere - not Nelson, not Washington, not Gandhi - no, YOU - because you are ready for the good fight, as no other generation in history. Armed with self-awareness and the peerless confidence of manhood, your potential is boundless. But your potential is currently wasted by a culture that tells you (you, who created it!) that men are worthless, men are stupid, men are criminals and deadbeat dads. Your lives are wasted in white-collar mediocrity, the getting of money to buy things you don't need to impress women you don't like.
Well, tell the Pan-Anglosphere Matriarchy that the change started here... and long may it continue!