Damn good thread. @nausea is clearly a man of highly rarefied taste. I really enjoy the work of both Kafka and Céline (though he was hardly an incel and makes it obvious in his quasi-autobiographical writing); I've only read On the Heights of Despair by Cioran, but I'm hoping to get into The Trouble with Being Born sometime soon. I'll second any Houellebecq recommendations; the man is one of the only, and certainly the most prominent, cultural figures with any kind of legitimate understating of inceldom and the sociopolitical decadence that has enabled the disease to fester among Marginal Men.
Relatedly, I've been making my way incrementally through Libido Dominandi: Sexual Liberation and Political Control by E. Michael Jones. It's a sort of fragmentary history of the official promulgation of sexual liberalism and how it has been used to manipulate people by the reins of their unloosed passions. So far, it has focused a lot more on the former in somewhat tenuously linked moments since the French Revolution and has, regrettably, eschewed a detailed discussion of the political economy of the exploitation of desire. Jones is a Catholic and it certainly shows throughout the book, with a good deal of the criticism therein being informed by dogma that might tire secularcels. This will no doubt appeal to the visible contingent of anti-degeneracy tradcels here, though, and anyone who is for any reason nauseated by the whorish and hedonistic character of our zeitgeist is advised to at least give this tome a look.
Off the top of my head, some other good reading material:
Die Blendung (Auto-da-Fé) - Elias Canetti: Written in interwar Germany, this novel concerns a reclusive, volcel sinologist who has little fondness for the world outside of his voluminous, fastidiously-maintained library. BUT - this fella ends up marrying his boorish cleaning woman, who proceeds to complicate the guy's previously placid and orderly life beyond measure. Also included are a conniving, quixotic dwarf and a cunt-beating security man. The style is very much evocative of a Céline-Kafka hybrid, with all of the viciousness of the former present alongside all of the surrealism of the latter. Canetti would go on to win the Nobel Prize in Literature for his sociological work Crowds and Power.
The Room - Hubert Selby, Jr.: The main character is not an incel, but he's certainly a tragic figure. This is a remarkably bleak book with vistas only as broad as a jail cell and will tread familiar territory for those acquainted with impotent rage and a consuming lust for revenge. What one should ultimately take away here, though, is a firm caution against ressentiment.
Cows - Matthew Stokoe: The protagonist begins the novel an incel and sheds his burden by the end. I really don't think you'll end up envying him, though. I won't spoil anything at all, but I'll simply say that this book is absolutely saturated with disgust and sickness. A reminder, for those of us that lack it entirely, of what human interaction is reducible to.
If anything revelatory comes to my attention, I'll be sure to head back here.
