“I’m going to make a pinkie-swear with you right here and now, Tom Walton; when, not if, you return from Afghanistan, you must come up here and I will have a mad passionate affair with you…” With this proposal, Thomas Walton, an infantry soldier in Alpha Company, Second Platoon, arrives at the threshold of events that will change his life forever.
Breakfast with the Dirt Cult chronicles the days of love and war in the life of Tom Walton. Torn between a beautiful, bibliophilic, Canadian ex-stripper and the hunt for Al-Qaeda in the mountains of Afghanistan, Walton finds himself forced to grapple with being a young man in the days of modernity. While Breakfast with the Dirt Cult has been written as a novel, it is based on a true story. The names have been changed and the chronology has been condensed for the sake of editing.
About the Author: Samuel Finlay served as an infantryman in Bosnia and Afghanistan. He enjoys reading good books, listening to old music, traveling, and sitting on porches. He was born and raised in Oklahoma.
Review from Mike B
I spent a year in Afghanistan in 2007-2008, and author Finlay definitely captures the mood of the Army around the time. He also does a great job portraying the camaraderie of the Army, whether at home training or during a deployment. The phrases he uses, for example, are absolutely spot-on and definitely took me back to my time in service, chuckling at the recognition of Army lingo. The booze-fueled ragers in the barracks are also hilarious and pretty close to reality.
While I found the character of Tom Walton to be at times slightly unbelievable for a man his young age, I have to admit that I met a few such well-educated and intellectually-curious enlisted men in my decade in the Army. I suppose it’s equally possible that there’s a stripper out there like the Amy character who is similarly intellectual and well-read, but for me her character did require some willing suspension of disbelief.
Finlay is also spot-on with his description of the relationship between Walton and Amy, and how it evolves then eventually unravels due to Walton’s ignorance of Amy’s inherent female hypergamy. Walton’s missteps at the end are blindingly obvious to anyone with a “red pill” understanding who realizes that, regardless of what they say, no woman actually wants a man to be vulnerable, whether emotionally or physically. Finlay demonstrates this exceedingly well, and it jibes perfectly with my personal post-war experiences (though mine was named Meredith rather than Amy).
People who are not conversant with “red pill” or “neomasculine” thinking will probably be shocked and appalled at some of the expository sequences in this book, though no one coming from a red pill perspective will be surprised at the opinions Finlay offers about the nature of nationalism, progressivism, social justice warriors, feminism, and the like. Like all neomasculine thinking, however, it isn’t for the faint of heart or those who run terrified from ideas that differ from those they find comforting. And that’s really my major criticism of this novel: the expository philosophical portions serve only to reinforce those already comfortable with neomasculine thought, but are long-winded enough to turn away those who are not. Women in particular are likely to be offended by large tracts of the book, but I think that’s okay since this isn’t really a novel written with women in mind.
Overall, it’s an excellent read for men who want to get a real feel for the military (or at least the Army) at war, the roller-coaster ride of emotions that often comes along with redeployment home, and the collision of real masculinity with today’s degenerating western culture. Recommended.
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