This is a rare novel written from a rightist, patriotic perspective. And it is set in Australia, written by an Australian.

The protagonist, John, is a love-sick man who has fallen for Ange, a gorgeous Antifa Amazonian. For John, politics is not an end in itself but a means to Ange’s end. And a job, because John is entering the teaching profession, where political correctness opens doors. Until he meets Edward, someone Ange would reject as “far right” and a “white supremacist”.

Follow John’s awakening, his red-pilling, as this lazy blue-pill normie is confronted by revelations from Edward, such as:

“You’re not supposed notice you’re moving towards becoming a racial minority, or the rise of anti-white racism. If you notice, you’re a white supremacist. … [M]ulticulturalism plus identity politics equals hell on Earth. And you’ve got to understand, there will be consequences. … When the day finally comes that whites become a despised minority in their own countries, it ain’t gonna end well. If these do-gooders, self-hating whites are expecting gratitude … if they think all the people of colour, Muslims, and the rest, are going to hold hands in a big circle and do a multicultural dance of joy and thanks …” (pp. 98-99)

John is faced by a choice common in the culture-war, between the comforts offered by Ange types and their establishment allies, or the discomforts and reputational hazards that go with the pursuit of truth and people. Or must he choose after all?

Find out by reading Conquest by Concept. The more I read this book, the more it resembles a large red pill.

Frank Salter