Past a sloping grass bank on a deserted suburban street in the French commune of Meaux, a few miles from Paris, a blocked-off path leads to a row of corrugated sheds. A clip-art logo scrawled across a fence announces a local agricultural company. Beside it perch a few small mailboxes, a laminated card pasted onto the bottom one: Atelier Missor. Yet beneath these romantic trappings, and belied by the foundry’s modest digs, lies a reactionary and hypermasculine politics that’s tailor-made for

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