Ur-Fascism by Umberto Eco (1995)
Along similar lines let me recommend a couple of Adam Gopnik pieces on Trump and fascism:<p><a href="http:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.newyorker.com&#x2F;news&#x2F;daily-comment&#x2F;going-there-with-donald-trump" rel="nofollow">http:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.newyorker.com&#x2F;news&#x2F;daily-comment&#x2F;going-there-with...</a><p><a href="http:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.newyorker.com&#x2F;news&#x2F;daily-comment&#x2F;being-honest-about-trump" rel="nofollow">http:&#x2F;&#x2F;www.newyorker.com&#x2F;news&#x2F;daily-comment&#x2F;being-honest-abo...</a><p>This in particular echoes Eco:<p><i>The arguments about whether [Trump] meets every point in some static fascism matrix show a misunderstanding of what that ideology involves. It is the essence of fascism to have no single fixed form—an attenuated form of nationalism in its basic nature, it naturally takes on the colors and practices of each nation it infects. In Italy, it is bombastic and neoclassical in form; in Spain, Catholic and religious; in Germany, violent and romantic. It took forms still crazier and more feverishly sinister, if one can imagine, in Romania, whereas under Oswald Mosley, in England, its manner was predictably paternalistic and aristocratic. It is no surprise that the American face of fascism would take on the forms of celebrity television and the casino greeter’s come-on, since that is as much our symbolic scene as nostalgic re-creations of Roman splendors once were Italy’s.<p>What all forms of fascism have in common is the glorification of the nation, and the exaggeration of its humiliations, with violence promised to its enemies, at home and abroad; the worship of power wherever it appears and whoever holds it; contempt for the rule of law and for reason; unashamed employment of repeated lies as a rhetorical strategy; and a promise of vengeance for those who feel themselves disempowered by history.</i>