>Ernst Jünger
Impressive
>Ernst Jünger
Impressive
Imagine being Ernst Junger in 2018 and having to be all like "damn, /pol/, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your plebeian populism and horrific crypto-nazi NEET shitposting. I would totally identify as one of you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fight another world war in his coffin. Like seriously imagine having to be Junger and not only sit in that grave while /pol/ flaunts its disgusting politics all over you, the favorable anonymity barely concealing the acne and morbid obesity, and just sit there, post after post, thread after thread, while they perfected that ideology. Not only having to tolerate its monstrous fucking visage but its haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, 2016 PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION LOOKS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch its mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of LARPing you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of blonde beasts and Prussian junkers and later alleged July 20 plot conspirators for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Heidelberg. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled trap stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to sit there and revel in her "Western (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with gaudy romantic painting threads in the previous months. And then OP calls for another "redpilled literature" thread, and you know you could kill every single person on this board before the janitors could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking dead. You're not going to lose your salvation over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
>Throughout his life he had experimented with drugs such as ether, cocaine, and hashish; and later in life he used mescaline and LSD. These experiments were recorded comprehensively in Annäherungen (1970, Approaches). The novel Besuch auf Godenholm (1952, Visit to Godenholm) is clearly influenced by his early experiments with mescaline and LSD. He met with LSD inventor Albert Hofmann and they took LSD together several times.
I feel like anything I do with my life, no matter how grand, will never match the sheer scope and gravity of everything this dude went through and saw in his time.
>Assigned to an administrative position in Paris, he socialized with prominent artists of the day such as Picasso and Jean Cocteau.
>Jünger was a friend of Martin Heidegger. Jünger was admired by Julius Evola who published a book called L'Operaio nel pensiero di Ernst Juenger (1960), in which he summarized The Worker.
>Jünger was among the forerunners of magical realism. His vision in The Glass Bees (1957, German title: Gläserne Bienen), of a future in which an automated machine-driven world threatens individualism, could be seen as science fiction.
This guy not only ran with a who's who of the 20th century, remembered and embraced the remnants of the 19th, but also predicted some of the key elements of the 21st. Impressive af
>Among the trips in the geographical and metaphysical worlds, which I am attempting to describe there, are those of a purely sedentary man, who explores the archipelagos beyond the navigable seas, for which he uses drugs as a vehicle. I give extracts from his log book. Certainly, I cannot allow this Columbus of the inner globe to end well-he dies of a poisoning. Avis au lecteur
He was a good 50 years ahead of his time. thanks for letting me know about this guy OP. I have to read his work before I judge whether or not he is a good author, but from the looks of it it seems like as a cultural figure he was a good 50 years ahead of the curve.
>One of his many hobbies was the collection of antique sandglasses, on which he was an authority
I love this man
>Ernst Jünger had 16 pocket-size diary notebooks after his almost four years in the trenches of the Western Front 1914-1918 – "quite a pile of them", as he put it, totally 1500 pages.
Aspiring writers can learn from this.
This is impressive.
Where do I start with Junger?
So where can I find the elusive unabridged edition of Storm of Steel in English?