transmetropolitan review

The Anarchists of Dune

From The Transmetropolitan Review

Across the world, the movie-watching public will soon behold the Fremen of Dune sack and destroy the Empire, starting on their homeworld of Arrakis. This irresistible moment, where the rebels actually win, is sure to sink into the mass-public consciousness, but despite all the Arabic names and parallels between spice and petroleum, the true story of the Fremen deserves to be told, especially now, given what’s at stake.

The Anarchist Transmitter of Sabato Rodia

The Anarchist Transmitter of Sabato Rodia

From The Transmetropolitan Review

In the summer of 1910, an anarchist named Sabato Rodia arrived in Seattle, a humble Italian worker visiting his brother and their comrades. Later known to the world as Sam Rodia, back then he was Sabato; quiet, passionate, and fiercely committed to the beautiful idea of anarchism where there would no more masters or slaves but only free people living as equals, their imaginations and agency unchained from the constraints of church and capital, free to soar to unknown heights.

ELENA PURGATORIO; OR, A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE GALLEANISTI

From The Transmetropolitan Review

Like most anarchist women, we know very little about Elena Purgatorio. She was born Elena Alfonsi on August 4, 1891 in the ancient town of Gualdo Tadino, nestled beneath the Perugian mountains in the center of the Italian peninsula. Along with thousands of others, Elena left Italy and immigrated across the Atlantic to the US, registering under her birth name at Ellis Island, New York on August 17, 1907. She was sixteen years old, and seemingly alone.

On Tiqqunism (Definitive Best Edition)

mitch is an asshole

From underworldclearinghouse

In February of 1999, a journal titled Tiqqun appeared in France. Its subtitle was Organe conscient du Parti Imaginaire (Conscious Organ of the Imaginary Party), followed by Exercices de Metaphysique Crtique (Exercises in Critical Metaphysics). It was published by several graduate students in Paris, all of whom included their names in the publication data on the back page of Tiqqun.

The Unstoppable Anarchist Ersilia Cavedagni

From The Transmetropolitan Review

Unlike most anarchist women, we know a lot about Ersilia Cavedagni, although only her early history. It’s in the US that her path begins to blur into fragments, eventually dissolving into a mystery shared by many other anarchist women. No one knows when she died, just like her friend Frankie Moore, nor where she might have died, and the latest record of her existence is from 1941, when she had already left her mark on the west coast of the US.

The Anarchist School Teacher Anna Falkoff

From The Transmetropolitan Review

Like most anarchist women, we know very little about Anna Falkoff, although we know much more than most. We know she was born Anna Lea Gurewitz in 1880 in Ludza, Latvia, which was part of the Russian Empire at the time. She was Jewish, spoke both Russian and Yiddish, and resided in the eastern part of Latvia known as the pale of settlement where the Czar forced most of the Jews to live. Apparently, the mysterious anarchist Anna Falkoff fled the Empire in late 1903 and landed somewhere on the east coast of the United States.

The Incomparable Anarchist Frankie Moore

The Incomparable Anarchist Frankie Moore

From The Transmetropolitan Review

Like most anarchist women, we know very little about Frances Moore, or Frankie. She walked into history sometime around 1900, a single mother lost in the metropolis of Chicago. We know she was Irish, though not the date she was born, and if the contents of Why? are any indication, it’s possible she resorted to sex-work to feed her three daughters.

The Decameron of Barabule Cuterescu

A scene from the Decameron painting

From Transmetropolitian review by Barabule Cutarescu

Disclaimer: The entirety of this text is fiction and meant for entertainment purposes only.

I further request and command each and every one of you, at the cost of my friendship, to beware of bringing any but good news from the outside world, no matter where you roam, or what you may hear and see.

Slavs With Guns: A Dream Story

From The Transmetropolitan Review By Barabule Cutarescu

Editor’s Note: The entirety of this article is fiction and meant for entertainment purposes only.

Hey, you there? It’s me again, a stronger, even more powerful Barabule Cutarescu, peasant farmer of the Moldovan hills. The last time I wrote to you from far-eastern Romania, I thought it entirely possible that it might be my last communication to you losers. Turns out I was wrong. Turns out I believed a bit too much of the Russian propaganda and assumed, just as they did, that the entire population of Ukraine, exhausted from brutal IMF-imposed austerity, would just roll right over, allowing the dreaded Red Army to advance all the way to Moldova. It seemed like this was going to happen for exactly two days, but I’ll get to that later. Just remember, before reading any further, that no one is immune from propaganda. A wise cat once told me that, only sometimes I forget.

2021-2022: The Inferno

2021-2022: The Inferno

From The Transmetropolitan Review

The Cinema Committee is happy to release our latest film, 2021-2022: The Inferno, an incomplete chronology of some of the major events that took place in this tumultuous time period. While not all of the pivotal events are depicted, we have included what we feel are the most important developments.

The Dark Century of Elsa Morante and Elena Ferrante

Our ideas are brilliant. We will wear no masks when we tear your creations asunder. They stand in our way. They stand in the way of the brilliant!

From The Transmetropolitian Review

This is an in-depth essay about the works of Elsa Morante and Elena Ferrante, specifically La Storia and The Neapolitan Quartet. Between these five novels, the entire twentieth century is stripped bare, revealing a horrible darkness we are still barely emerging from. While reading any further might lead to some spoilers, these books are too rich to taint with my basic overview, which will dwell on the anarchism, history, celebrity, and anonymity of these Italian authors, one who is far better known than the other. Just like Elsa Morante, I write these words for those who can’t read, the illiterate.

War Isn't Funny

War Isn't Funny

From The Transmetropolitan Review

A Comedy of Errors

Hey. Are you there? It’s me, Barabule Cuterescu, the Molodvan peasant, your humble potato. This will be my fourth dispatch from northeastern Romania, and to be totally fucking honest, it could very well be my last. If you’ve been reading these horrible diatribes of mine, you might remember me making some wise-crack about little green Russian men running around our corn-fields if Putin invades Romania. Well, turns out that shit isn’t funny, and it’s not what I imagined. It’s not going to be Russian tanks plowing through our fields. It’ll be all of NATO rushing to the front lines. I’m serious.

Guerrilla Bay Area: On The Endless Crimewave

dérive

From The Transmetropolitan Review

It’s been building for a while, this feeling that the world is ours. Hard to say exactly when it started, but we’ll just declare the summer of 2020 is when it cracked wide open, for everyone. There were protests, marching in the street, waiting for jury verdicts, but then there was also looting, lots of looting. In fact, there was way more looting than symbolic protests, especially in the San Francisco Bay Area. 

Pages

Subscribe to RSS - transmetropolitan review