Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Whitley Strieber's latest "journal" offers more of the same -- including the seemingly requisite self-aggrandizing conspiratorial aside. This time it comes as early as the opening paragraph:

I have been thinking once again about the possibility of open contact. It almost happened, as I understand it, in late eighties and early nineties, but was stopped when armed NATO fighters rose over Belgium each time an appearance took place. Once on the ground, there was a concern that the visitors involved would be attacked. I had some involvement in this situation, but I lost out, obviously.

I don't know about you, but I'd just love some elaboration on those last two sentences.


Anonymous said...

We'll never know. Whether Strieber is telling the truth about his experiences or not, he is uniquely situated to potentially hear about valid encounters from insiders. He's at the top of a reasonably small list of large public outlets.

It's a bit of a bummer to know that a potential liar, by virtue of his lies, potentially has access to important secrets. Or maybe he's been telling the truth all along ;)


Anonymous said...

He needs professional help.

intense said...

I found this journal entry of his even more confused and strange than usual. Here's an excerpt:

"Unfortunately, it seems to me that continued government confusion, media mistakes and a general lack of intellectual rigor on our part--by that, I mean hysterical, superstitions and imagination-based responses--will impede the second phase of contact, which is the essential one, where we experience what I described in my first book, a kind of wondering and uneasy communion, similar to both the love and violence of a wedding night, as it might be played out between an excited group and an uninformed and unprepared bride."

There are grammar, spelling, and syntax errors in the above. And I assume he meant "groom," above, instead of group, but does Strieber even review or check his writing before posting? He expresses some rather muddled, and contradictory, ideas in this most recent piece. His "wedding night" metaphor for "the second phase of contact" is rather strained, and obtuse, to say the least. Quite bizarre, in fact. Made me wonder what his honeymoon was like...and if he had unwelcome company... 8^}

Mac said...

At this point it's pretty clear that Strieber's just cranking this stuff out to keep loyalists reading. The guy's an experienced novelist: the obvious typos and strained language indicate a rush job -- and not even a good one.

And how many times can he trot out this Alien May Choose To Make Contact Very Soon But I Can't Be Sure schtick, anyway?

Gareth said...

I just hate the fact that he drops these bombshells and expects us to believe it at face value without any follow up (I guess some DO buy it).

It reminded me if when I was in the 1st grade a friend told me he jumped his motorbike over the powerlines on the weekend. Something about the way he just matter-of-factly mentioned it caused me to disbelieve him, even at that young age.

I get the exact same feeling reading that Strieber shite.

Mac said...

At one time I think Strieber offered some valid insight into the nature of the "visitor" phenomenon. His return to nonfiction in 1996 signaled a steady decline in quality that I think is attributable to a conscious desire to cash in on his own mythos -- and an equally debilitating tendency to believe his own tall-tales (such as the recently uncovered Sarbacher nonsense in "Breakthrough").

Bruce Duensing said...

If we take Strieber out of the equation, and look at his premise, hes taking us to Strawberry Fields.
It is highly probable through simple observation, that they would know in advance, what our capabilities are. More than likely, if contact is their aim, this would be taken into account in terms of this goofy scenario setting up a whizz-bang conflict. Also, if military pilots accounts are to be believed, aggressive targeting of their vessels could be easily negated. What we are left with is a recycled melodrama, losing its bones along the way...if this is his best effort, he needs to update his contexts. As a work of fiction, its a sledgehammer hitting a fly, which seems to have missed its mark and landed on his own foot. Ouch.