The Brown Butterfly

By Felt, Christian

Book Id: WPLBN0100302069
Format Type: PDF eBook:
File Size: 0.9 MB
Reproduction Date: 08/19/2019

Title:	The Brown Butterfly
Author:	Felt, Christian
Volume:
Language:	English
Subject:	Fiction, Drama and Literature, Utopian fiction
Collections:	Authors Community, Literature
Historic Publication Date:	2019
Publisher:	Right-Wing Magic Books

Member Page:	Christian Felt
Citation APA MLA Chicago Felt, B. C. (2019). The Brown Butterfly. Retrieved from http://www.gutenberg.cc/

Description
To Norwegians in the near future who blame Hitler on Wagner and the oppression of women on The Taming of the Shrew, Søren’s love for high culture looks a lot like “hate.” Despite being morbidly oversensitive and gay, Søren has trouble fitting into a world that celebrates nothing more than equality. When his school bans even George Eliot for being a dead white male, Søren must decide whether to retreat further into his imagination or literally fight back. Or both. In the spirit of The Magic Mountain with more magic or Matilda with less, The Brown Butterfly explores ideological conflict from an innocent point of view, combining erudition with nostalgia to provide a glimpse of conservative heaven and escape from liberalism’s hell.

Excerpt
Father Dorsten said that fear of ghosts was nothing next to fear of a ghost. “The Holy Ghost?” Grandma asked. “I certainly don’t believe in any other.” “What do you think he looks like?” Mother asked. “I’ve always pictured him as young and bald, riding a cloud, like one of the trebles in The Magic Flute.” “I think you’d have trouble giving me chapter and verse for that,” Father Dorsten said. Grandma said, “In Culture and Anarchy, Matthew Arnold wrote, ‘One may say that to be reared a member of a national Church is in itself a lesson of religious moderation, and a help towards culture and harmonious perfection. Instead of battling for his own private forms for expressing the inexpressible and defining the undefinable, a man has leisure and composure to satisfy other sides of his nature as well.’” “So, you picture him as a dove?” Father Dorsten said. “The Holy Ghost let our cat out the window,” Olle said. “When?” Freja asked skeptically. “Fifteen years ago,” Olle said, and began to cry. Grandma poured the coffee. “Why don’t you take the children upstairs?” she said. “OK,” Jonas said, with glittering eyes.