Serpent's Walk
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Serpent's Walk is a novel published in 1991 by Randolph D Calverhall, which is a pseudonym. The real author is said to be a "respectable science-fiction author who is a member of the National Alliance".
Due to limited distribution channels, Serpent's Walk was only available through National Vanguard Books as advertised in the back of both Hunter and The Turner Diaries. The novel is now available through mainstream sources (ISBN 0-937944-05-X) and online.
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To be added shortly. Here is the text of the rear jacket, reproduced here for the purpose of review, as permitted by the copyright holder.
The good guys win sometimes.
Not always, of course. They lost big in the Second World War That war was a victory for communists, democrats, and Jews, but everyone else lost, including millions of GIs who were told that they were killing Germans and Japanese in order to make the world a decent place for their children to grow up--only to see things in America go from bad to much, much worse in the decades after the war.
Even when the bad guys win, they sometimes grow careless and later become losers. Look what happened to the communists of eastern Europe in the 1990s. Could the same thing happen to their erstwhile World War II allies in America?
Serpent's Walk explores that possibility. It assumes that Hitler's warrior elite--the SS--didn't give up their struggle for a White world when they lost the Second World War. Instead their survivors went underground and adopted some of the tactics of their enemies: they began building their economic muscle and buying into the opinion-forming media. A century after the war they are ready to challenge the democrats and Jews for the hearts and minds of White Americans, who have begun to have their fill of government-enforced multi-culturalism and "equality." the resulting conflict comes close to destroying the world, and it provides some exciting reading
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"Armageddon, the War at the End of Time, hadn't happened. All told, humanity really ought to be grateful. Only when one looked at the crowding, the hunger, the unemployment, the frustrations, the dillemas that would soon become insoluble for all time, did the gloomy visage of the future become manifest. Humans, one school of anthropology averred, were essentially aggressive, pugnacious, and acquisitive "killer apes." If true, then sealing off the vents through which these traits were expressed would eventually blow the kettle. If a man couldn't lust, covet, fight, grab, and wave his collective privates at his foes, then he had to have escape valves through which he could release these estimable emotions harmlessly. There were no new frontiers for the privates-wavers to conquer, no badlands where they could pioneer and fight without hurting the stay-at-homes, no heroic conquerors, no knights, no dragons, no maidens to rescue. The moon and the planets were habitable only by tiny parties of skilled astronauts. The Earth was too crowded and its balance too delicate to permit much more brandishing of genitalia."
