21 February, 2007

“Writers Who Are Not Good for the Jews”

Posted by alex in book selections, books, quotations about jews at 3:49 pm | Permanent Link

From jew agent Jonny Geller’s book Yes, But Is It Good for the Jews? (2006):

If you are the type of person who can no longer enjoy Great Works of Literature if you learn negative things about your favorite authors, then please skip this section. All the below are Not Good for the Jews. Their Judological rating is given beneath each entry. Remember, the lower the number, the less Good this writer is for the Jews.

Roald Dahl (1916-1990) Author of James and the Giant Peach (1961), The Twits (1980), The BFG (1982), Matilda (1988). Dahl once told a journalist: “There’s a trait in the Jewish character that does provoke animosity…I mean there is always a reason why anti-anything crops up anywhere; even a stinker like Hitler didn’t just pick on them for no reason.” This slip of the tongue — for what else could it be? — lost him his knighthood chances and made him even more embittered against the Jews. After all, the Child Catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, the movie he scripted, was nothing like a stereotype of a Jew — black hat, long black coat, and huge pointy nose. Some Judologists have argued that his most popular oeuvre, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, can be read as a very dark fable — innocent children tricked into a concentration camp complex manned by strange subhumans who take them away one by one — but the Institute would like to distance itself from such a position.

Mark Twain (1835-1910) Author of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885), The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876). Described Jews as “simple, superstitious, disease-tortured creatures” who could only understand a transcendental idea “if it was written on their skins.”

Ernest Hemingway Author of The Sun Also Rises (1926), To Have and Have Not (1937), For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940). Often ranted about “kikes” in his letters. This often translated into less-than-flattering “Jew” characters such as Robert Cohn in The Sun Also Rises and self-indulgent tirades against Jews in stories such as “Fifty Grand.”

Charles Dickens (1812-1870) Author of The Adventures of Oliver Twist (1838), David Copperfield (1850), Bleak House (1853). In the first 38 chapters of Oliver Twist there are 257 references to “the Jew” against 42 to “Fagin,” who is described as “villainous looking and repulsive.” Dickens made no secret that Fagin was based on Jews of that period when he claimed “that class of criminal almost invariably was a Jew.” However, he did redeem himself with Our Mutual Friend, where he portrayed the noble character of Riah, an elderly Jew who looks after young fallen women. In a letter, Dickens said, “There is nothing but good will left between me and a People for whom I have a real regard.” Some of my best friends are…

Kingsley Amis (1922-1995) Author of Lucky Jim (1954), Girl, 20 (1971), The Old Devils (1986). An interview once asked Amis whether he was anti-Semitic. “Very, very mildly,” replied Amis. Pressed to elaborate, he offered this: “Well, when I’m watching the credits roll at the end of a TV program, I say to myself: ‘Oh, there’s another one.'”

Agatha Christie (1890-1976) Author of The Murder at the Vicarage (1930), Murder on the Orient Express (1934), Death on the Nile (1937). In The Mysterious Mr. Quin, this lovely description of Jews is included: “men of Hebraic extraction, sallow men with hooked noses, wearing flamboyant jewellery.” Peril at End House has a character referred to as “the long-nosed Mr. Lazarus,” of whom somebody says, “He’s a Jew, of course, but a frightfully decent one.” The original title of And Then There Were None was, of course, “Ten Little Niggers,” which might reflect an underlying attitude to people of other races.

Dorothy Sayers (1893-1957) Creator of Lord Peter Wimsey. In the 1940s, she wrote an essay in The Future of the Jews by J.J. Lynx in which she argues that Jews are bad citizens with little or no loyalty to the country they live in.

Graham Greene (1904-1991) Author of Brighton Rock (1938), The Third Man (1950), The End of the Affair (1951). “She deserved something better than a man named Furtstein…The domed Semitic forehead, the dark eyes over the rather gaudy tie” (The Confidential Agent). “How the financial crisis has improved English films! They have lost their tasteless Semitic opulence and are becoming — English” (The Spectator, April 7, 1939).

F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) Author of The Beautiful and the Damned (1922), The Great Gatsby (1925), Tender is the Night (1934). In The Great Gatsby, the narrator encounters Gatsby’s friend Meyer Wolfsheim, a shady gambler who “fixed the World Series in 1919.” The narrator describes him as ‘a small, flat-nosed Jew” who “raised his large head and regarded me with two fine growths of hair which luxuriated in either nostril. After a moment I discovered his tiny eyes in the half-darkness.” Every description of Wolfsheim that follows refers to his nose: he “covered Gatsby with his expressive nose,” “Mr. Wolfsheim’s nose flashed at me indignantly,” “His nostrils turned to me in an interesting way,” “As he turned away his tragic nose was trembling.”

John Fowles (1926-2005) Author of the The Collector (1963), The Magus (1965), The French Lieutenant’s Woman (1969). In his diaries, Fowles describes his publisher Tom Maschler: “Of all the Jews I know he is the most Jewish: the perfect example of the bitter, wandering, cast-out son of Israel.” Milton Shulman, the theater critic, was also described in such terms as a man who has “that Canadian Jewish love of being outrageous, a little comical, as talk-monopolizing as Dr. Johnson… These people (this state of mind) have far too much power.” Shame, I like The Magus.


  • 15 Responses to ““Writers Who Are Not Good for the Jews””

    1. Antonio Fini Says:

      No Tom Wolfe? Bonfire Of The Vanities portrays a number of skeevy Jew villians and semi-villians. If Wolfe so desired he could be our greatest Aryan truth teller on the J-question. Maybe when he gets as old as Jimmy Carter he’ll find some gonadal fortitude.

    2. Will Stuteley Says:

      Haha–I’m glad to the see the list contains several favorites of mine, even going back to the days before I was jew-wise. Roald Dahl and Graham Greene are great, and John Fowles’ “The Magus” is worth a read. It contains a megalomaniacal, reality-shaping-mastermind character who had semitoid undertones if I recall. It’s been awhile since I read it, though.

      As always, great content from Alex, Theseus, Geoff et. al.. This site is a national treasure, and the broadcasting is 100x funnier and more educational than anything I’ve ever seen on TV!

    3. JD Says:

      Tom Wolfe’s wife is Jewish.

    4. Biff Baffelberg Says:

      Funny how so many intelligent people come to the conclusion that jews are snakes, jews are shit.

    5. N.B. Forrest Says:

      The narrator describes him as ‘a small, flat-nosed Jew” who “raised his large head and REGARDED ME WITH TWO FINE GROWTHS OF HAIR WHICH LUXURIATED IN EITHER NOSTRIL. After a moment I discovered his tiny eyes in the half-darkness.” EVERY DESCRIPTION OF WOLFSHEIM THAT FOLLOWS REFERS TO HIS NOSE: he “covered Gatsby with his expressive nose,” “Mr. Wolfsheim’s nose flashed at me indignantly,” “His nostrils turned to me in an interesting way,” “As he turned away his tragic nose was trembling.”

      Now THAT’S what I call writing! BWAHAHAHAHA!

      All truly great writers & intellectuals of our past recognized the kike for what he has always been and will ever be, and heaped them with the mocking contempt that their shystering & physical repulsiveness so naturally elicit in honest men.

      Where have all the gonads gone? Gone to graveyards every one……..

    6. jimbo Says:

      isn’t Wolfe him-self jewish?

      his recent novel “A Man in Full” contains a n° of flattering rfrncs to jews, a homo-sexual art exhibition, an Aryan-type prison gang being portrayed in a bad light (with the nigg’ ‘crips & bloods’ being favourably portrayed) and vrs niggz in positions of authority (viz: mayors, senators &c)

    7. Arminius Says:

      Is there any writer and his work worth reading, in all 2000 years, if he had to say something good about the Jews? I think, this is the litmus test of any literature.

    8. Mark Says:

      A white nationalist couldn’t have compiled a better list. :) Sometimes they do our work for us.

    9. Brian Gareth Martivale Says:

      I’ve noticed liberals and women have the toughest time reading material they disagree with. It’s like their whole worldview can’t take the system shock.

      Niggers probably wouldn’t like it either, if they could read and comprehend at the same time.

    10. alex Says:

      Wolfe’s no jew. Fitzgerald has numerous references to jews in The Beautiful and the Damned. While the WASP young couple falls apart, anticipating a giant inheritance, the jews grow sleeker and more sophisticated.

      (p. 22)

      Two young Jewish men passed him, talking in loud voices and craning their neckes here and there in fatuous supercilious glances. They were dressed in suits of the exaggerated tightness then semi-fashionable; their turnover collars notched at the Adam’s apples; they wore gray spats and carried gray gloves on their cane handles.

      (p. 75)

      Joseph Bloeckman? He’s the moving-picture man. Vice-president of ‘Films Par Excellence.’ He and his father do a lot of business.”

      (p. 82)

      “that person Bloeckman” was the target of six masculine eyes. He was a stoutening, ruddy Jew of about thirty-five, with an expressive face under smooth sandy hair — and, no doubt, in most business gatherings his personality would have been considered ingratiating. He sauntered up to the three younger men, who stood in a group smoking as they waited for their hostess, and introduced himself with a little too evident assurance — nevertheless it is to be doubted whether he received the impression of faint and ironic chill: there was no hint of understanding in his manner.

      [Jews don’t do faint and ironic chill. They do straightforward aggression and accusatory paranoia.]

      “You related to Adam J. Patch?” he inquired of Anthony, emitting two slender strings of smoke from nostrils overwide.

      [Fitzgerald is obsessed with the phizzim of ignoble tapirmen.]

      (p. 87)

      “I’m afraid Mr. Bloeckman thinks we’re a frivolous crowd,” sighed Muriel, waving a balanced oyster in his direction.

      Mr. Bloeckman suddenly cleared his throat and said in a loud, distinct voice:

      “On the contrary. When a man spaks he’s merely tradition. He has at best a few thousand years back of him. But woman, why, she is the miraculous mouthpiece of posterity.”

      “–My God!” thought Anthony. “It’s a subtitle from one of his movies. The man’s memorized it!”

      Gloria alone made no sound. She fixed Mr. Bloeckman with a glance of silent reproach.

      “Well, for the love of Heaven! Where on earth did you dig that up?”

      Bloeckman looked at her uncertainly, not sure of her intention. But in a moment he recovered his poise and assumed the bland and consciously tolerant smile of an intellectual among spoiled and callow youth.

      (p. 188)

      “Hello there, Patch. Ran over to call on you.”

      It was Bloeckman; as always, infinitesimally improved, of subtler intonation, of more convincing ease.

      (p. 269)

      Bloeckman appeared in New York late in March; he had been in England for nearly a year on matters concerned with “Films Par Excellence.” The process of general refinement was still in progress — always he dressed a little better, his intonation was mellower, and in his manner there was perceptibly more assurance that the fine things of the world were his by a natural and inalienable right.

      (p. 351)

      Gloria, wrapped in a warm kimona, came into the chilly room and taking up the telephone-receiver called Joseph Bloeckman.

      Do you mean Mr. Joseph Black? demanded the telphone girl at “Films Par Excellence.”

      “Bloeckman, Joseph Bloeckman. B-l-o–”

      “Mr. Joseph Bloeckman has changed his name to Black.”

      (p. 387-8)

      Then he saw Bloeckman descending the staircase, and took a step forward to meet him and shake hands.

      “You wanted to see me?” said the older man coolly.

      “Yes,” answered Anthony, nodding, “personal matter. Can you jus’ step over here?”

      Regarding him narrowly Bloeckman followed Anthony to a half bend made by the staircase where they were beyond observation or earshot of any one entering or leaving the restaurant.

      “Well?” he inquired.

      “Wanted to talk to you.”

      “What about?”

      Anthony only laughed — a silly laugh; he intended it to sound casual.

      “What do you want to talk to me about?” repeated Bloeckman.

      “Wha’s hurry, old man?” He tried to lay his hand in a friendly gesture upon Bloeckman’s shoulder, but the latter drew away slightly. “How’ve been?”

      “Very well, thanks. . . . See here, Mr. Patch. I’ve got a party up-stairs. They’ll think it’s rude if I stay away too long. What was it that you wanted to see me about?”

      For the second time that evening Anthony’s mind made an abrupt jump, and what he said was not at all what he had intended to say.

      “Un’erstand you kep’ my wife out of the movies.”

      “What?” Bloeckman’s ruddy face darkened in parallel planes of shadows.

      “You heard me.”

      “Look here, Mr. Patch,” said Bloeckman, evenly and without changing his expression, “you’re drunk. You’re disgustingly and insultingly drunk.”

      “Not too drunk talk to you,” insisted Anthony with a leer. “Firs’ place, my wife wants nothin’ whatever do with you. Never did. Un’erstand me?”

      “Be quiet!” said the older man angrily. “I should think you’d respect your wife enough not to bring her into the conversation under these circumstances.”

      “Never you min’ how I expect my wife. One thing — you leave her alone. You go to hell!”

      “See here — I think you’re a little crazy!” exclaimed Bloeckman. He took two paces forward as though to pass by, but Anthony stepped in his way.

      “Not so fas’, you Goddam Jew.”

      For a moment they stood regarding each other, Anthony swaying gently from side to side, Bloeckman almost trembling with fury.

      “Be careful!” he cried in a strained voice.

      Anthony might have remembered a certain look Bloeckman had given him in the Biltmore Hotel years before. But he remembered nothing, nothing–

      “I’ll say it again, you God–”

      Then Bloeckman struck out, with all the strength in the arm of a well-conditioned man of forty-five, struck out and caught Anthony squarely in the mouth. Anthony cracked up against the staircase, recovered himself and made a wild swing at his opponent, but Bloeckman, who took exercise every day and knew something of sparring, blocked it with ease and struck him twice in the face wtih two swift smashing jabs. Anthony gave a little grunt and toppled over onto the green-plush carpet, finding, as he fell, that his mouth was full of blood and seemed oddly loose in front. He struggled to his feet, panting and spitting, and then as he started toward Bloeckman, who stood a few feet away, his fists clenched but not up, two waiters who had appeared from nowhere seized his arms and held him, helpless. In back of them a dozen people had miraculously gathered.

      “I’ll kill him,” cried Anthony, pitching and straining from side to side. “Let me kill–”

      “Throw him out!” ordered Boeckman excitedly, just as a small man with a pockmarked face pushed his way hurriedly through the spectators.

      “Any trouble, Mr. Black?”

      “This bum tried to blackmail me!” said Bloeckman, and then, his voice rising to a faintly shrill note of pride: “He got what was coming to him!”

      The little man turned to a waiter.

      “Call a policeman!” he commanded.

      “Oh, no,” said Bloeckman quickly. “I can’t be bothered. Just throw him out in the street. . . . Ugh! What an outrage!” He turned and with conscious dignity walked toward the wash-room just as six brawny hands seized upon Anthony and dragged him toward the door. The “bum” was propelled violently to the sidewalk, where he landed on his hands and knees with a grotesque slapping sound and rolled over slowly onto his side.

      The shock stunned him. He lay there for a moment in acute distributed pain. then his discomfort became centralized in his stomach, and he regained consciousness to discover that a large foot was prodding him.

      “You’ve got to move on, y’ bum! Move on!”

    11. Jackumup Says:

      bad jewish behavior is a figment of the entire worlds imagination

    12. jimbo Says:

      Wolfe may not be jewish but some of his books sure seem comfortable with the ‘status quo’ as back-ground!

      his general scenarios vis a vis Aryans certainly have a ‘whiff of Jew’ abt them……he rarely presents Aryans in a glowing light…..now: perhaps i am missing his ‘subtleties’….but: i believe that Wolfe is not being subtle: certainly not in the sense that FSG was (as Alex points out above)….admittedly he is a good writer: his character studies (and he purpotedly emulates Charles Dickens as a ‘characteriser’) either ‘damn Aryans with faint praise’ or ‘praise them with faint damns’…..either way: it’s hard to see Aryan man-hood placed on a pedastel in virtually any of his books: ‘Bonfire of the Vanities’ perhaps comes closest: but: even then: it’s problematic @ best: despite its ‘object lessons’ favoured by Pierce & others: how-ever: i tend to think that even those are simply disguised pseudo-kike ‘morality plays’…..any-way: that’s how i read him…..from my own white racialist perspective!

      ps: Alex: what’s the ‘G-O’ with the sums?
      (a nigg’ filter?)

    13. Antagonistes Says:

      Even though a lot of WN’s don’t like her (and she was weird, no doubt) Any Rand has received some abuse from certain Jews because her heroes were Aryan types.

      Some abuse from certain Jews . . . a modus operandi?

    14. Antagonistes Says:

      That was supposed to be AYN Rand, not Any Rand.

    15. Biff Baxter Says:

      Jews, niggers and women judge the truth or falsehood of anything that is said or written by how it affects them emotionally.

      This is the reason that once they are cut off from white men, neither Jews, niggers nor women could maintain a society at any standard above a third world subsistence mudhut village with cowshit for shampoo and tapeworms in every glass of water.

      Jews, nigger and females are only cool so long as they have a white male to create sufficient prosperity they can sit around and chat at coffee. Without the white male, these critters are no more autonomous than a tick without a dog’s back to perch and feed on. It’s when the tick forgets who sucks who that civilizations begin to run downhill.