In this third issue, revolutionary politics and traditional values alike come under fire as illegitimate vehicles of man's coercive history. Here, society's latent violence is boiled to the surface in the hopes that something which transcends mere politics might be realized. It hopes to recognize the whole domain of politics as nothing more than a series of neurotic drives; their opposite, love itself.
Shane Eide is a part-time hermit, part-time flaneur, which means that he is either spending time on literary pursuits or taking walks and thinking about literary pursuits. He lives in a little room walled with books and sleeps near a big desk, on which he doesn't write since all the quiet is too distracting. He usually goes someplace noisy in order to write as much about fiction as he writes fiction. He's been writing fiction since he was about 11, in which time he's written several novels that he never intends to publish and which no one will ever see, and several others that he wants to publish that he's read out loud to his gold fish. He's been writing what he supposes would be called non-fiction ever since he wrote "Shane was here," in easily erasable pencil on a desk in junior high. You can read his essays and occasional fiction at his blog, www.emergenthermit.com