Bradley R. Smith
Author of Break His Bones: The Private Life of a Holocaust Revisionist
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Bradley R. Smith may be the only Holocaust revisionist who writes about topics that have nothing to do with the Holocaust. And that’s good because while I know just enough about the Holocaust to hold my own in such conversations, I also am not invested in the topic enough to want to read books along the lines of what one expects from David Irving and Ernst Zündel. Admittedly, I haven’t read Smith’s book about his journey into Holocaust criticism, so perhaps then he concentrated show more exclusively on revisionism to the point of minutia, but I don’t think that’s the case. We’ll see when I read it.
Perhaps he has more to write about because Smith has led a far more interesting life than Irving or Zündel, once you remove the legal drama. But then again, Smith has had his own share of law troubles, and not the kind you might think. In 1962, Bradley R. Smith was convicted under California’s obscenity laws for selling a copy of Tropic of Cancer. In 1963, he appealed the verdict and the higher court sent the case back down to the lower courts in light of the California Supreme Court having determined Tropic of Cancer was not, in fact, obscene. Taking this anti-censorship stance bankrupted Smith. Regardless of how you feel about Holocaust revisionism, it’s impossible to deny that Smith is more than the one-topic obsessives who are often attracted to Holocaust studies because such topics feed their antisemitism and loathing for institutional intellectual authority. Smith has suffered financially and socially supporting freedom of speech – even speech liberals respect. He has gone on record as saying:
I do not believe in thought crimes, in taboos against intellectual freedom.
Perhaps that is what makes this book so odd – Bradley R. Smith is a living intersection of ideas that, on their surface, may seem mutually exclusive. But people and ideas are never wholly black or white. This played out vividly for me in terms of Smith’s personal politics because I generally have little patience for most libertarian ideas yet could see at times where Smith was coming from and could sympathize with his point of view. I think that was because Smith didn’t cloak himself in Randian-superiority. He mostly just wanted to be done with intrusive influences in his life. I can respect that.
This book of vignettes was initially conceived as a one-act play. When you read it as a dramatic piece, it feels much more powerful than a series of remembrances, but the book still carries a lot of power as a series of short stories. Through a proxy narrator called A.K Swift, Smith discusses his life and his ideas in a manner that is confessional, almost Beat-like in style. Though Smith does have this proxy narrator, the details in this book closely mirror his own life enough that I am just going to refer to the narrator as Smith, but that choice is also just to make things easier for me because I tried to refer to the narrator as “Swift” initially and ended up calling him “Smith” so often that I just gave up and switched to Smith.
In the next few sentences, I am taking into account information not shared in this book, but once you know the scope of Smith’s life, if you ignore the time Smith spent serving his country during the Korean war and the time he spent in Vietnam with press credentials documenting the Vietnam war, his peripatetic lifestyle is reminiscent of Kerouac or Burroughs (minus horrifying addictions and uxoricide). He spent time learning to fight bulls, invoking Hemingway. His personal life was complicated, passionate and strange, and one feels a bit of Carver seeping through in his prose. Bradley R. Smith is a sort of holy outsider, a man who has dwelt on the fringes and remained true to his search for truth, no matter the personal and social costs.
You can read my entire discussion here: http://ireadoddbooks.com/the-man-who-saw-his-own-liver-by-bradley-r-smith/ show less
Perhaps he has more to write about because Smith has led a far more interesting life than Irving or Zündel, once you remove the legal drama. But then again, Smith has had his own share of law troubles, and not the kind you might think. In 1962, Bradley R. Smith was convicted under California’s obscenity laws for selling a copy of Tropic of Cancer. In 1963, he appealed the verdict and the higher court sent the case back down to the lower courts in light of the California Supreme Court having determined Tropic of Cancer was not, in fact, obscene. Taking this anti-censorship stance bankrupted Smith. Regardless of how you feel about Holocaust revisionism, it’s impossible to deny that Smith is more than the one-topic obsessives who are often attracted to Holocaust studies because such topics feed their antisemitism and loathing for institutional intellectual authority. Smith has suffered financially and socially supporting freedom of speech – even speech liberals respect. He has gone on record as saying:
I do not believe in thought crimes, in taboos against intellectual freedom.
Perhaps that is what makes this book so odd – Bradley R. Smith is a living intersection of ideas that, on their surface, may seem mutually exclusive. But people and ideas are never wholly black or white. This played out vividly for me in terms of Smith’s personal politics because I generally have little patience for most libertarian ideas yet could see at times where Smith was coming from and could sympathize with his point of view. I think that was because Smith didn’t cloak himself in Randian-superiority. He mostly just wanted to be done with intrusive influences in his life. I can respect that.
This book of vignettes was initially conceived as a one-act play. When you read it as a dramatic piece, it feels much more powerful than a series of remembrances, but the book still carries a lot of power as a series of short stories. Through a proxy narrator called A.K Swift, Smith discusses his life and his ideas in a manner that is confessional, almost Beat-like in style. Though Smith does have this proxy narrator, the details in this book closely mirror his own life enough that I am just going to refer to the narrator as Smith, but that choice is also just to make things easier for me because I tried to refer to the narrator as “Swift” initially and ended up calling him “Smith” so often that I just gave up and switched to Smith.
In the next few sentences, I am taking into account information not shared in this book, but once you know the scope of Smith’s life, if you ignore the time Smith spent serving his country during the Korean war and the time he spent in Vietnam with press credentials documenting the Vietnam war, his peripatetic lifestyle is reminiscent of Kerouac or Burroughs (minus horrifying addictions and uxoricide). He spent time learning to fight bulls, invoking Hemingway. His personal life was complicated, passionate and strange, and one feels a bit of Carver seeping through in his prose. Bradley R. Smith is a sort of holy outsider, a man who has dwelt on the fringes and remained true to his search for truth, no matter the personal and social costs.
You can read my entire discussion here: http://ireadoddbooks.com/the-man-who-saw-his-own-liver-by-bradley-r-smith/ show less
This was published by Popular Reality Press - wch is a press run by a former friend of mine known variously as David "Crowbar" Nestle &, now, post-'sex-change', Susan Poe. It's my understanding that Crowbar probably published this in the spirit of free speech - presenting an extremely unpopular opinion in the 'leftist' environment that most of Popular Reality's publications wd be likely to be read by. No doubt, Crowbar made some new enemies w/ this one. I remember the author, Bradley Smith, show more as coming across as a friendly, reasonable guy. In the author's photo on the back cover he looks like yr generic university professor w/ a big smile. Still, oh well, yeah, I wasn't convinced that the Holocaust never existed & nazis are still among the biggest bogeymen in my political pantheon. So, no, the revisionism didn't work on me. Still, I'll bet that if I met Smith he'd be as friendly as cd be. show less
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