Francine Faure was married to Albert Camus. Much as I admire Camus as a serious writer and thinker, it is hard to take him seriously as a moralist given his treatment of her.
Francine Faure, a pretty if physically delicate mathematician from a provincial middle-class family in Oran.
“It is reasonable to think that these suicide attempts were related, at least partially, to the humiliation and disorientation that Francine may have felt because of Camus’s open marital infidelity.”
A woman blogger I know, Ame, has collated some discussions she and I had about marriage and the “Red Pill”.
It is a bit unusual and special to have a man and a woman discussing these issues from the perspective of their own marriages and the “Red Pill” concepts which have been spread throughout the “Manosphere” in recent years.
As this writer argues, Modern Gnosticism is a problem.
It is a point I have touched on myself at this blog previously.
I have also recently commented on the fact that a mixture of puritanism and feminism seems to have entered the thinking of ordinary Christians; which I diagnose as a form of the ancient Gnostic heresy.
A quote from the first-named blog post:
“We’ve lost the pure mammalian reality of life in flesh suits – we don’t know how to touch other humans in non sexual ways, so we keep animals so we have *something* to touch, and our sex drives go off their rockers. Women used to groom one another, men used to roughhouse. Simple touch – a country dance, the rituals of chivalry, a game of tug of war – those things used to remind us (delightfully) of the difference between the sexes. And humans need touch, from cradle to grave. But we lost that casual touch, and now we don’t know how to touch at all. Suddenly you have to give consent for a kiss…”
I think that is an astute set of comments.
Modern Westerners have rather few what I call “elemental” experiences. That is, genuine, unmediated contacts with human and animal nature, and with the elements. An elemental experience that I have always remembered was being on a commercial fishing boat about to leave port in the evening, with the engine thumping beneath our feet, the glare of the decklights, and the ancient scene being played out of deckhands saying goodbye to the girls on the wharf.
But most of the time these days we are paper-pushers of some kind, and the experiences we have tend to be “canned” for general consumption.
As the above writer implies, sex, typically unconnected to childbirth, has become one of the few elemental experiences left for modern man and woman. The writer also mentions folk dance, as something that used to allow for a certain amount of elemental feeling, of connection with previous generations, of a suitable environment in which to touch other people, especially the opposite sex, with no harm taken.
I think this is part of the charm of this video, which I have posted before. There is an elemental, yet innocent, aspect to this. These days, all of this would be politicised through the lens of gender (or even transgender) politics. But there is a forgetfulness of self about this spectacle, which must have taken the dancers out of themselves and put them in contact with an extensive “folk memory”.
This seems appropriate as well as seasonal:
Here is another nice video I just found:
A virtual wife is now commercially available:
You can watch a “trailer” at that site.
This version is innocent enough. But it is not hard to imagine something more “adult”.
From Facebook here.
“I’ve heard Kant’s philosophy compared to an elaborate mansion wherein every detail is anticipated and addressed. But nobody lives there. Even Kant himself dwells in a modest gatehouse [nearby], because the mansion is uninhabitable.”
My own comment was as follows:
“Sexual desire is natural and when it is well-ordered it leads to loving passionate marriages and the birth of children.
I find there to be an unhealthy mixture of puritanism and feminism among contemporary Catholics. At base it is Gnostic.”
… I had a few ideas for how to spend my time. I thought I would spend some time doing a bit of political work. Not formal work. I quickly discovered that writing letters complaining about anti-male government policies to feminist agencies in Australia was a waste of time.
Technology provided a solution. I didn’t want to spend a lot of time; I wanted my efforts to be resource-effective; and I found the solution in the Internet (first blogging here and later commenting on Facebook). I found that the best approach was to write short posts here that would provide aid and comfort to men (and sympathetic women) who were being increasingly assailed by organised (and disorganised) feminism.
When I did formally retire, I was able to post here under my real name (not my erstwhile penname, “David Collard”.) And of course, being retired meant that I was not subject to retaliation either here or on Facebook (feminists, including Australian feminists, love to try to get men fired.)
In any case, I joined the “Manosphere” and got onto a couple of the big blogrolls, which tend to drive my traffic. And, effectively, I became a member of the “Dark Enlightenment” or the “Alt-Right” (up to a point – I am not much interested in race issues). This new article discusses this movement:
And here I am, on one of the blogs which lists me as a member of the “Dark Enlightenment”:
I am proud of what these online intellectual movements have achieved (with no official or academic support of course) and I think they can justly claim a small part in the historical victory of Donald Trump and the demise of Hillary Clinton’s brand of misandry.
If I were to offer tips to activists, I would say don’t spend too much time arguing with people online (especially on Facebook): state your position, if possible with force and humour, and move on. An intellectual guerrilla war is the ideal.