In response to some of the most recent blowback anent my literature:
The Woman Who Made a Pact with the Devil is not a satanic story.
The author is not the devil, any more than his Book-of-Dog videos are satanic.
The author likes to attempt to think up unique and artistic ideas for stories in ways which, he fancies, nobody has ever quite thought of before. He does not claim that he succeeds.
The author does not even actually believe in the devil but uses that ancient character as a literary device.
The Woman Who Made a Pact with the Devil is essentially my re-conception of Faust but cast as a love story.
It is about the spirt and the flesh not being dichotomized, as is often supposed, but just the opposite: they are harmonious, and for this reason, sexual expression — healthy sexual expression — is life-giving, life-affirming, wonderful, good. It gives form and expression to one’s psychological-epistemological existence, and it is one of the many beautiful things about being human: healthy sexual expression is natural and virtuous.
It is not perverse.
Violence and force, however, are.
The Woman Who Made a Pact with the Devil is the opposite of that last thing.
I’ve devoted much of my life, literary and otherwise, to that opposite thing, and I’ve done so tirelessly, and my stance and my record on this issue is clear and irreproachable. This is in response to those who like to drop their anonymous grenades and then leave.
The book celebrates human knowledge and the self-development of each individual. That is largely what the book is about.
In fact, my main character — my conception of Faust — is no devil at all but one who’s maligned and regarded that way by the masses and the conformists.
My main character as I conceive him is, in fact, highly MORAL.
My main character believes, as I do, that purpose and self-development are the aim of life, and that the extent to which we live in vice, we are in bondage to it, and that for this reason vice smothers self-development and purpose.
Fiction writers fictionalize.
We draw on our real-life experiences and we turn these experiences into stories. It is a gradual and cumulative process, and each story undergoes many rewrites.
I am not my main character — in any of my stories and books.
There are elements of me in Kumulous, yes, just as there are elements of me in Joel Gasteneau. But there is at least as much of me in Abby, the female lead.
This story, including the title, was conceived and half-written in the autumn of 2014. I put it away, however, because I got stuck on an issue of plot — or, I should say, the lack thereof. The core idea, though, I believed in — so that when certain things happened to me this past year (2017), I recast and further fictionalized the story, and that is how I finished it. The core idea is the same as it was when I first thought of it, clear back in 2014: human knowledge and bringing forth that which is within each of us are the aim of human life.
This is a story about true goodness and true morality, as I conceive it.
It is not about satanism or any of those other silly pseudo-philosophies that deify non-existent entities, and so I promise you — I promise you — there is no need to hammer me with hate and hints of violence, and on that topic, as a side-note:
If you think that you’re anonymous online because you’re not using your name and you’re not showing much or any of your face, please reconsider. Please, I implore you, for your own well-being.
I’m speaking primarily of social media, but also your personal websites, and I say this not in a preachy or superior way but just the opposite: I say it for your safety and edification, because it’s been an eye-opener for me recently, that’s for sure.
It’s exceptionally easy for anyone (potential employers, potential girlfriends or boyfriends, stalkers, ANYONE) to find this stuff. You no longer need specialized databases, as you once did, to discover most of what’s out there. Anyone with an internet connection can, for example, do basic reverse image searches and a lot other things similar. And your LIKES and THUMBS-UPs are not too difficult to discover, as well.
Brave new world.