“Philip” — A Book Review

For a long time now he had been living in an egalitarian society, which is to say living in a block of ice.

Taken from the book itself, such is an apt description of the predicament of the titular protagonist in Tito Perdue’s 2017 novel, Philip.

First appearing in an earlier novel, Morning Crafts (Arktos, 2012), the mononymous Philip was then a bespectacled adolescent wunderkind and rival with fellow student, Leland Pefley (a central figure in Perdue’s oeuvre).

Now, at age 32, Philip lives and works in New York City and has for some years. Dapper, handsome, and gentlemanly, he delights the ladies and disarms his male co-workers with his easy Southern charm and quick and clever but harmless bon mots.

With the exception of a fine wardrobe, Philip allows himself very few nice things, almost to the point of asceticism (he doesn’t even own a bed and sleeps on his couch), preferring the metaphysical over the merely physical.

A rain lover, and a lover of the recondite, “the linguist,” as the narrator sometimes refers to him, enjoys his ombrophiliac comforts at the whim of the gods while pursuing his private studies in “the verbal sciences, in language and thought, not to mention philosophy, philology, physical bibliography and, he liked to claim, German lexicography especially.”

Philip is morbidly fascinated by all the rot of New York, that “most execrable of cities,” and sometimes amuses himself by strolling about Manhattan with easel, pencils, and sketch pad, sketching the people, scenery, and objects he observes. His observations, with or without his art things at hand, tend toward the negative:

The days were growing longer and the nights concomitantly short. Nor did he find the slightest suggestion of rain anywhere in the sky. He paced hurriedly for about two blocks before diverging into a tavern and then jumping right back out again when he saw the place was crowded with homosexual queers…the automobiles, as numberless as always, were especially testy today in this headquarters of the world’s most concentrated wealth. It was the most fortunate, most sophisticated and most tolerant locale-he tried not to laugh, failing-most tolerant and just plain best place anywhere. It smelled of fumes and burnt rubber, and there was a drunk sitting in the gutter. But what displeased him most of all was the vision of a disproportionate number of unambiguous negroes dressed in suits. Already mistreated by history, these people had recently been dislodged from their parallel society and thrown willy-nilly into direct competition with White people.

Or, after a typically unpleasant encounter with a third world cabbie:

He did so loathe them, Philip, these stunted people, Jews and Mongols and Latin Americans of all description, each new lawyer superimposed upon those already here. How he longed for Georgia or Alabama, where houses were made of candy and looked out upon actual horizons!

On one such outing, after a date, in a newly-discovered “rather tiny bookshop,”  that keeps late hours, he encounters his former classmate and rival Leland “Lee” Pefley. They were both gunning for the same rare edition of a Giordano Bruno tome when they recognized each other. Neither knew the other was living in New York.

Over dark beer the two catch up and the conversation soon turns to hypothetical plans for a grand hierarchical society ruled by a tiny number of anonymous austere geniuses avowed to poverty.

A closet elitist and inveterate solitary at heart, Philip is obliged to shift for himself at a crass-if tolerable-corporate office job. But when his boss insists Philip’s new job description is to baby-sit the company’s newest affirmative action hire, he refuses and quits.

Now without an income but with some savings, Philip exits New York and, his spirit and mind ever-ripening, embarks on a journey across the American countryside on a southerly course: a physical journey which also becomes a personal and racial existential quest.

Philip, a man of the mind, lives internally, introspectively. He’s an introvert who’s become expert-in order to survive-at faking gregariousness. Up to a point. Almost a mystic, and immune to romantic love, he would have made a good medieval eremitic scholar of some secret order.

In this novel, Perdue, a metaphysical writer, implicitly presents a practical question: One wonders how many Philips there are in enemy-occupied White North America; meaning those who know what we know but show little or no outward indication of it.

One could contrast Philip’s quiet detestation of-and eventual escape from-the degenerate, White-hating, post-modern urban world around him with the career of another of Perdue’s fictional personages:

In the author’s book, Rueben (Washington Summit Publishers, 2014), the title character-though himself brilliant-is an implacable man of action who literally takes over half the world-the Northern Hemisphere-by employing, among other tactics, threats of, and actual, physical punishment (Bigly).

It’s likely there are untold considerable numbers of racially aware erudite loners in metropolises. Men like Philip. But there must be many more men of average intelligence who are instinctively aware: White flight-driven family men in suburbs (and even exurbs and small towns) with their wives and children kept awake in their beds listening as the jungle thumping and crime screams get a little closer and a little louder every evening. Perhaps they feel helpless. Have they made themselves so?

The threat of the Dammerung, the twilight, or, as Philip puts it, “the gloaming,” of Western Civilization is gathering. But is it inevitable?

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Dissident Republican

Good review. I’ll consider reading this (if I can find the time).

John the Saint

Alt right should stick to science fiction and totally dominate the genre.


It will be an uphill battle with questionable spoils. Right now it`s a vely literal leftoid stronghold, and most perverse leftoids to boot.

Clark Kent

Blade Runner 2049 was pretty red pill…

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I can tell you that a human supremacist, slightly hard science book series set in the Star Trek franchise would pull some serious recruits to our way of thinking. Not to mention being able to read science fiction and enjoy it again.


That is a Facebook post, not a tweet.

Barnabas Wagner

May check it out. Thanks


Sounds boring.

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…says the shill with an IQ of 82. You should probably just stick to watching The Kardashians and playing Angry Birds, little fella.

I’ve not read this book, but I am going to. I read a lot, and – at least from what I can ascertain from the exerpts included here – this book seems exceptionally well-written. If you’ve ever had the displeasure of living in or near a large, filthy, multicultural American city then it sounds like you can relate to the struggle of the main character of this book. God knows I can.

You sound like a gelatinous cretin, Chris. Merely because a book is posted on here and touted as “alt-right”, does not mean it’s pertinent or relevant to the pro-white movement. Slap that label on anything written, and some people (like you) will slobber like Pavlov’s dog and read it. As for reading “a lot”, I doubt you’ve read as widely or as extensively as I have, or possess the perceptive ability to know when a book is likely to further the white nationalist movement. Perdue writes well enough, but none of his works are “alt-right”. Whatever niche they occupy, they… Read more »
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You clearly didn’t read the article, so your input here is irrelevant. Furthermore, I sincerely doubt you’ve read anything by Perdue or anything in the Arktos catalog. And just to summarize: the people of Arktos and the folks that run this website are not furthering the cause in any way…but shitty, hypercritical, antagonistic, leftist plants like yourself are? I’ve known plenty of your kind. You’re not capable of producing anything of value to anyone or anything….yet you have a strange, pathological need to criticize everything as you kick back and get even fatter/dumber. Do the world and yourself a favor… Read more »
Tito Perdue

“…but none of his works are ‘alt-right’”.

Many thanks Lieutenant for having read all my books!

Kenneth Lyon MacNeil

Sounds like a potentially good read and thanks for the article! Regrettably, those to whom this novel might speak to, I suspect, are preoccupied earning a living or getting informed and formulating a plan when SHTF. I say unfortunate, in that a little friendly “fiction” might be just the spur we each need to take our lives into the rarefied air our kind has begun to envision.