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German Writings Before and After 1945: E. Jünger, et. al.; Jurgen Peter. Contains excerpts from the 'Paris Diaries'.
Heidegger Controversy: A Critical Reader, Wolin, Richard. Contains the essay 'Total Mobilization'.
The Details of Time: Conversations With Ernst Junger, Hervier, Julien. I believe Ben has seen this.
The Peace (The Humanist Library), Ernst Jünger. Written during the waning days of WWII.
Also, there is an essay by Martin Heidegger (that has been translated as The Question of Being), called "Uber 'Die Linie'," which is a response to Jünger's essay, "Uber die Linie." If you are interested in nihilism you may also be interested in this book. Jünger was a fascist, not a Nazi, who preferred an alliance with the USSR against the West. This was the so-called 'National-Bolshevik' position. If one considers the big four German fascist intellectuals (Heidegger, Carl Schmitt, Oswald Spengler, and Ernst Junger) the brighter two were the more anti-semitic - go figure. I've been told that Schmitt's diaries (I don't know if they've been fully published in Germany, or just excerpted) are at times almost insane...
PS. As usual, some touchstones don't load.
In the meantime, I'll be looking for the Telos book. Thanks for starting this thread. There was another Junger conversation going a few months ago, embedded in another thread.
#3 Yes, I am continually losing conversations on the 'net because I forgot what thread they occurred in... Read 'Storm of Steel' years ago but my literature collection has been decimated over time and I despair of restoring it.
#4 Yes, vanity, and there is also a bit of the 'dandy' in Jünger; one can easily visualize him in the company of an Oscar Wilde! It was his aloof and aristocratic nature that kept him from really immersing himself in any of the great historical movements of the last century. In the end he was a collector and commemorator of exquisite moments; some on the battlefield, some while on drugs, some while writing, and some on the forest floor with his beetles. But each, in its own specific way, was incomparable...
You should like it. A good portion, I believe, takes place in your backyard.
Junger celebrates war in the way Rimbaud celebrated hallucination, polymorphous eroticism - as a sort of revelatory instant, a way out of accreted definition and toward Authority. I say he celebrates war, but I do not mean that in the hackneyed sense of "glorifying war". Alert to (and capably expressive of) the horrors of mutilation, death and loud, lethal immensity, Junger creates a sort of epic for a new age - one defined by technique, power and an absence of the old normative archons (gods, kings, good/evil, etc.).
What bothers me about Junger is that his thought is not so different from that of the skull-rubbing, nose-measuring Nazis, whom he held in a sort of aristocratic contempt. Race seems to determine destiny in Junger: Hanseatic peoples have certain traits, Levantine Jews are gifted in matters of business and vice, a bohemian Jew (in Aladdin's Problem) who shows a sudden knack for business "must have had an Chassidic rebbe in his family tree"; Junger makes much of his Dupin character’s Jewishness in A Dangerous Encounter (he is not incidentally a Jew, but representatively Jewish - a symbol rather than an individual). It’s embarrassing to read. I think he believes that race might be will and that breeding determines character (when old aristos grew weak in number and resources, “coachmen begat counts and counts begat coachmen”, which might account for how an anarch can find himself thrown into the work-a-day world). I don't mean to dip into the canned sentimentality that typically glazes such issues these days – but the fact that Junger believes, or so it seems to me, that blood is character, self, soul, agency (hence, value) makes him only slightly more interesting than your typical proselyte.
I don’t think his concept of the “anarch” is in contradiction to a belief in essential realities. The anarch, free from or above such prejudices as ideology and mob sentiment (morality), can observe the cycles of destiny and the spoor of the ancestor in the career of the son. This is not far from a belief in gods or the cult of souls.
I have learned to approach his novels (with the exception of On the Marble Cliffs) in the same way I would approach a tract written by a discreet, but fervently convinced Christian, Muslim, patriot, feminist, etc. It is that dreadfulness of there being a bottom line that puts me off. I get the sense that a conviction, rather than some posture of "being", is under disclosure. Maybe I'm a curmudgeon.
I think it's apropos to this discussion on proto-fascist Ernst Junger and the collisions of extremist politics and literary talent.
Sturm, Ernst Jünger
Eumeswil, Ernst Jünger
Also, if you are interested in Jünger nonfic you might be pleased to know that they are also publishing:
Land and Sea: A World-Historical Meditation, Carl Schmitt
I had never heard of Sturm. I have reviewed an earlier translation of the Schmitt book here:
This old translation by Simona Draghici was, at best, merely adequate.
On a side note, is it me, or is there really a lot of drinking in both books.
Thank you for your words about my translation. Jünger created a number of faux archaic neologisms like Eburnum.
Here is the first mention:
Dann aber gab es das Eburnum, das im Altertume den Erlegern der Ungeheuer, die vor der Menschen-
Siedlung in den Sümpfen und Klüften hausten, vorbehalten war. Das klassische Eburnum mußte in
höchster, erlauchter Heiterkeit gehalten sein; es hatte in der Admiratio zu enden, während deren
aus zerbrochenem Käfig ein schwarzer Adler in die Lüfte stieg. In dem Maße, in dem die Zeiten sich
milderten, erkannte man das Eburnum auch jenen, die man die Mehrer oder Optimalen nannte, zu.
Wer nun zu diesen zählte, dessen war das Volk sich stets bewußt gewesen, obgleich mit der Verfeinerung
des Lebens sich auch die Ahnenbilder wandelten.
Here is Hood’s version if you care to compare
On the other hand there was the eburnum, which in olden days was reserved for the slayers of monsters that
dwelt in the swamps and crags. The classical eburnum had to be delivered with high style and noble joy; its peroration
was the Admiratio, during which a black eagle soared up from a broken cage. As the times grew milder the eburnum
was granted also to those who were known as builders of the state, or " optimates."
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