Russell Smith’s ‘Self Care’: Missing well more than a hyphen

Edited by Daniel Wells

Copyedited by Martin Ainsley

Typeset by Vanessa Stauffer

I have great difficulty earning a living; a live in a rented apartment in Parkdale, I’m always worried about money and my quasi-fame such as it was has vanished entirely.

Bret Ellis manqué Russell Smith’s tenth and final book, Self Care (Biblioasis, 2025), treats an amour fou between a feminist and an incel. One of those categories is an animating force of the state. The other is purely notional, its ostensible members pursued with the full force of the state and its cutouts.

Russell, having been divorce-raped by his ex-wife (who now has custody of his son, whom she could proceed to transgend), cannot surmount his need for titillation in order to somehow address the present day honestly. His coterie of left-wing editors, and a publisher dependent on régime largesse, make matters worse. They duly prevent Russell from being honest even if he had wanted to be.

Three kinds of cover

• Reportage by the corporate press provides prestige cover for the régime’s project of incarcerating (preferably extirpating) its domestic enemies.

Reportage by the corporate press provides prestige cover for the