15 April 1987
I have this really big secret that Ill never tell anyone. Its awful and I hate it. Why do I want to cry right now? Perhaps its this song. Giving Ground by The Sisterhood. I havent cried in awhile. Quite often Ive wanted to, but a few weeks ago a girl from Toledo was riding her bike and was hit by a semi-truck and killed instantly. I guess that all was left of her was her head, an arm and two legs. That is too sad. That makes me want to cry so badly. She was only 17. Im 17.
The voice is that of Jolene Siana, a goth chick from Toledo, Ohio, who wrote obsessively to Kevin Ogilvie a.k.a. Nivek Ogre, the lead singer of Skinny Puppy for nearly three years in the late 80s, detailing her dysfunctional home life and regular self-mutilation in a cringingly confessional, persistently desperate, yet often uproariously funny, tone. All rendered and packaged in the kind of labor-intensive psychedelic outsider graphic design that is made possible only by obligatory boooooooooring school time.
Nearly a decade later, a chance encounter with Ogre led to the return of the complete correspondence, which he had incredibly saved in a box over the intervening years. The result is Go Ask Ogre: Letters From a Deathrock Cutter a voyeuristic epistolatory trip to the heart of narcissistic teen angst in a time and place when the prospect of taking a Greyhound bus to Cleveland to see the Revolting Cocks was reason enough to go on living. Its an overdue riposte to the bludgeoning morality of the fabricated Go Ask Alice, and the first original book issued by the just-launched publishing imprint Process.
Process is the offspring of Adam Parfreys notorious, perpetually ahead-of-the-curve company, Feral House, whose encyclopedic interest in taboo (and conveniently forgotten) cultural phenomena helped define independent media through the 90s. Titles ranging from Psychic Dictatorship in the U.S.A. to Extreme Islam: Anti-American Propaganda of Muslim Fundamentalism stretched the parameters of acceptable intellectual discussion, keeping it broad and porous often by sheer force of will for almost two decades.
After co-founding AMOK Press, where he edited the widely influential Apocalypse Culture anthology of extreme anthropology, Parfrey embarked on the Feral House list in 1989, beginning with Church of Satan founder Anton LaVeys The Satanic Witch, a book that undoubtedly continues to this day to help with the rent. Back then, alongside RE/Search, Loompanics, New Falcon and a host of zines, Feral House articulated the worldview of a global post-punk intelligentsia trembling with premillennial dread.
The other Process parent is Jodi Wille, co-conspirator in Dilettante Press, whose widely acclaimed first publication, The End Is Near! Visions of Apocalypse, Millennium, and Utopia, tapped deeply into Feral country. Conceived when the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore couldnt afford to publish a catalog for Roger Manleys show of outsider art, the ad hoc publishing company wound up winning the 1998 Benjamin Franklin National Book Award for Best First Book, and producing one of the most thematically coherent publications about the subject, complete with essays by Stephen Jay Gould, the Dalai Lama . . . and Adam Parfrey.
A longtime fan since her days as a not-so-good Christian girl in Toledo, Ohio (whats with that place?), Wille and her two partners sought Parfreys advice and endorsement for their fledgling enterprise. Over the next few years, Dilettante published only a couple more titles, but their impact was considerable one was Extreme Canvas, the first publication of hand-painted movie posters from Ghana, curated by gallerist Ernie Wolfe III. As for the other, a chance jogging encounter between one of the other Dilettante partners and a middle-aged gay celebrity hound who mistook the publisher for a soap star resulted not only in the publication of Gary Boas superb collection of amateur paparazzisms, Starstruck!, but in an international art career that seems to be only just gathering steam.
During the same time frame, nature took its course and Wille became Parfreys partner in Process and in what she refers to as the hobbit house one of those odd fantasy Black Forest bungalows that dot the Hollywood landscape. I buzz at the gate of the Silver Lakeadjacent property, and Parfrey ambles down to let me in and give me the grand tour. This compound is four acres with five houses on it, and the first one was built by Howard Hughes for a girlfriend in the 30s. Then, as it happened with that guy, the girlfriend was let loose.
And so was the property so the architect took it over and moved his family in. The second house he built was the one Jodi and I live in, and there are other ones up the hill, and the Feral House office is way back behind. Later on, Phil Bonanno, of the Bonanno crime family, lived in the original house, and theres secret getaway doors, and G. Gordon Liddy wrote his book Will in that house too, so theres a literary tradition here. Careful landscaping with winding paths, curtains of bamboo, and burbling artificial springs achieve the intended effect of medieval displacement.
The effect carries over to the interior of the Parfrey/Wille live/work space, which sprawls down a hillside in a cascade of dark wood, stained glass and high arching ceilings. Books, recordings and strange artifacts line the living room small oil portraits of Heidegger, Nietzsche, Ezra Pound, Celine and Wyndham Lewis are arrayed across one tabletop, and a large photo of L.A.s scandal-plagued evangelist Aimee Semple MacPherson hangs prominently near the fireplace.
At the far end of the room sits a recently uncrated robot of the most stripped-down sort a dildo on a stick jutting from a generic plastic toolbox housing a powerful electric motor research material donated by one of the subjects of a forthcoming Process title exploring the largely unknown folk-art subculture of sex machines and their remarkable (though curiously unspectacular) creators.
Its an extraordinary space that has been regularly opened to invited audiences over the last year or so for salons exploring such topics as Germanys Weimar-era sex culture, the African medicinal entheogen ibogaine (hosted by Daniel Breaking Open the Head Pinchbeck), and White Panther founder John Sinclair. We had a political salon right before the election, remembers Parfrey, with the Feral House book 50 Reasons Not To Vote for Bush the only real partisan book Ive done and my brother Jonathan Parfrey, who runs Physicians for Social Responsibility, had people speaking here for that.
Election results aside, the events have been surprisingly successful given L.A.s reputation for cultural discontinuity averaging more than 100 attendees. Theyve only been placed on temporary hold due to the double-hectic publishing schedules. It strikes me as perhaps a little ambitious to start an entirely new publishing house with so much already on your plate.
Process is a personal as well as a business thing, responds Parfrey. Jodi and I knew each other for about five years, but we were with other people. Then we werent and we got together. We were both interested in publishing I tried to help with Dilettante, and Jodi helped with Feral House a bit, so we thought it would be fun to publish together.
We love a lot of the same things but also see a lot of things differently, adds Wille, so we thought it would be exciting to do a company that combined the best of what we both love and can do.
Theres more to Process than that, though. As far back as 1999, Parfrey spoke publicly of forming a subsidiary imprint. I think Adam wanted to create a new company, Wille acknowledges, where he could put out things like the Freemasonry book (an upcoming Process project compiling a vast amount of Masonic visual materials), a company that would stand apart from Feral House and not necessarily have the same connotations that Feral House has built up.
Nowadays, ideas of counterculture and alternative culture can really be limiting. They can compartmentalize and marginalize progressive and important ideas that need to infiltrate and get out to a broader audience. Especially now. One reason we wanted to do Go Ask Ogre is that its a book that goes into the young-adult market. I want to get it into the young-adult collections of libraries and the young-adult section in a Barnes & Noble somewhere in Mississippi. Most independent presses completely neglect young-adult books and childrens books. And one thing wed like to do with Process is expand into different areas . . . literary memoirs, historical fiction.
Process initial offerings are Go Ask Ogre and a reissue of Jerry Stahls surprisingly out-of-print Hollywood junkie literary memoir Permanent Midnight and there are several works waiting in the wings. Far from diverting energy from his primary business, the new partnership seems to have kicked Parfrey into overdrive. Five Feral House titles are currently optioned including Sex and Rockets: The Occult World of Jack Parsons (detailing the fascinating connection between the Jet Propulsion Lab founder, occult dope fiend Aleister Crowley and pre-Scientology L. Ron Hubbard) and Lexicon Devil, the un-put-downable oral biography of Germs front man Darby Crash, co-written by Parfrey, L.A. Weeklys Brendan Mullen and renaissance troll Don Bolles.
This years spring lineup includes Sin-a-rama: Sleaze Sex Paperbacks of the Sixties (click here for a review), a dazzling sort-of sequel to Its a Mans World, 2003s tremendously well-received coffee-table book of vintage mens adventure-magazine illustrations; enlarged editions of Sex and Rockets and Against Civilization a collection of luddite writings compiled by Unabomber pen pal John Zerzan; and Big Dead Place, a grunts-eye view exposé of the underside of Antarcticas corporate bureaucracy by former IHOP valet Nicholas Johnson.
As with Feral House, Process has a discernible regionalist tendency deathrock cutter Jolene Siana is now a well-adjusted artist living and working in Los Angeles, Jerry Stahl remains a local legend, and research is under way on a volume recounting the history of the hippie-inspired phenomenon of Jesus People.
L.A. is still undiscovered in a way, says Parfrey. Therere so many pockets of fascination all over the place here. N.Y. to me is a bunch of middle-management people trying to steal from one another This is hot. No, its not. this obsession with the brainscape of television-inoculated dullards. I just dont understand it. And N.Y. publishing thinks its the center of the universe and nothing else is worth any regard. Here, theres a lot more openness.
Therere so many fascinating subcultures out here that just havent been tapped into, adds Wille. Aimee Semple MacPherson, the theosophical roots of L.A., Pentecostal splinter groups theres such rich spiritual esoteric histories, and such an expanse of land that theres room for hidden pockets of discovery. You can still even find good thrift stores deep in the Valley.
Aah, the thrift store. We may think weve left our late-80s bohemian hipness behind, but we pass by a really good thrift store and start to drool, and its game over. Similarly, Generation Whatevers millennial dread has modulated into a free-floating apprehension about the future of government, culture and our species past the current generation, and were still desperate for guidance. If you could go back to your teenage self in Toledo, Ohio, in 1987, what would you tell yourself? Process wants to know. If it involves sex machines, all the better.
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