It brings moi le grand ennui to peruse the excessively florid and terminally gallicistic language of this higly self-esteemed publication elevating the persōna of urbane wordliness M. /jaʁvɛ̃/ is purposefully cultivating. The fustian pomp the reader is treated to gives off an air of arrogance-born naïveté—much as if the erudite hack composing the presented profile of our very good friend were oblivious to the genteel PR she’s lending the man of the hour.

For real though, it’s yet another example of liberal old media platforming a repugnant fascist bozo by playing along with their intellectual academic act, fully falling for the “evil Albert Camus” charade. These profile pieces mistake a subtle undertone of contempt for actually effective interrogation or criticism of the subject’s philosophy. Moldbug’s ideas barely have the philosophical depth of a villain from a young adult novel. The criticism of the slimy fascist’s neofeudal fantasies and his supporters’ implementation of them amounts to no more than a literary raising of eyebrows. In the name of respectable bipartisan stiff-upper-lip propriety it’s beyond the pale to call Curtis Yarvin’s ideology the puerile parody of high school libertarianism it is. A veneer of eloquence for chuds to point at and say “behold, not all nazis are stupid: this guy knows words!”

Curtis Yarvin is just an internet age Julius Evola for the type of people who are somehow also impressed by Julius Evola.