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This spring, the pseudonymous “Ferdinand Bardamu” of the defunct manosphere blog In Mala Fide self-published a book/ebook collecting together his, er, best posts from that terrible, terrible blog. I actually bought a copy of the ebook — for research — and it is awful. Somehow putting Bardamu’s posts in book form makes even more clear how puerile — and how badly written — they really are.

But there are evidently some people out there who disagree. Indeed, I recently ran across a review of the book that could not have been more glowing had it been written by the author himself:

Three Years of Hate is an invaluable, priceless book not merely because it’s well-written, entertaining and thought-provoking. It’s worth reading because it’s a piece of history. It’s a record of one of the most influential and important thinkers of our times. Decades from now, when the current dystopia is naught but a bad memory, Ferdinand Bardamu will be remembered as one of the architects of its fall.

Elsewhere in the review, which appeared on the site Alternative Right in March of this year, the execrable Bardamu is described as

one of the best writers of modern times (and no, that is not hyperbole)

He’s lauded for his “tenacity and courage”;  his prose is said to

lurch …  and crackle .. like lightning, grabbing you by the back of your neck and shoving you face-first into the action.

In the end, the reviewer concludes that Bardamu had

An influence far greater—and far more of a force for good in the world—than the frauds who attacked him.

Frauds, huh? That’s an interesting way to close out his review, given that the person writing it was none other than … the odious Matt Forney.

Yes, that’s right, the guy who — a month or so later — revealed to the world that HE WAS “FERDINAND BARDAMU.”

If you’re relying on glowing reviews to sell your book, and  your book is a piece of crap, you might as well write the glowing reviews yourself, huh?

I suppose Forney’s explanation would be that it was all a big joke, and that by then “everyone knew” that Forney and Bardamu were one and the same, but that’s not true, and he didn’t confirm that fact for more than another month in any case.

I can’t remember exactly where I ran across a reference to theis ingenious little bit of self-boosterism, but I think it was while reading back through some old posts on the always interesting blog Roosh & Me: An Old Feminist Looks at the New Misogynist, by  Cinzia La Strega. who is an occasional commenter over here on Man Boobz.