Incongruities Concerning “Norwegian Wolf (This Bird has Flown.)”
AKA…I’m a Wolf, No I’m a bird, No Wait a WOLF!: The Crazy Rantings and Reflections of Varg “Snoopy” Vikernes.

We at 120,000 ft. have been lucky enough to get a hold of an excerpt from Varg Vikernes’s new book “Norwegian Wolf”. After careful examination and impeccable detective work this much can be said… Our buddy either smokes way too much angel dust or he’s crazier than a shit house rat.
So here it is, an excerpt from Norwegian Wolf (This Bird Has Flown.):

“While I spoke I took a step forward, Which must have seemed very threatening to Oytsein. He must have been panicked, because he kicked me in the chest, but struck the breast bone so that the blow had no effect. I pulled in his foot and threw him to the ground, he looked toward the kitchen. I had been in his apartment earlier and knew he had a kitchen knife there, and I saw that it was what he was going for. He got up suddenly as soon as he could and ran toward the open kitchen door. At the same time I jumped up in front of him. I pulled out a small knife I had in my pocket, It was a boot knife, with a blade that was about ten centimeters long. The knife was not sharp, but fairly pointed, and I struck him in the face. It was the first time I struck anyone with a knife, and it gave me half a heart attack. It felt very unnatural and wrong to stab another man with a knife.”

What can we say? This thing is going to read like a miss match of Mein Kampf, a tattle-tale confessional and  a parole board appeal letter,  both confusing and predictable, The man barely tries to hide his grin when he whispers sweetened versions of his old victim/predator shtick.
The dirt: Will Varg finally sit us down and tell us exactly what went on in that apartment?
Probably not.
Will he tell us a fancified version of what MAY have transpired?
Oh hell yes, and this is why we will read it. This is why we will sit here on baited breath waiting for Old Daddy Whiskers to tell us that, in reality, he is SUPERMAN and that his impeccable breeding endowed  him with special powers. (You might not know this but Varg knows where YOUR kitchen cutlery is too and shit, he hasn’t even been to your house.)
So hide your kitchen knives, pop up a bag of Jiffy Pop and curl up on the couch with a copy of Norwegian Wolf. Just don’t get to comfy because one never knows when Varg, boot knife and all might stop by and ask what you thought about it.

Joel