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Remembering Pentti Linkola
December 7, 1932 — April 5, 2020

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Like other Nordic countries, Finland has a strong conformist mentality. The Law of Jante is in force to keep too headstrong or conflict-seeking individuals in leash. In this respect, it is strange that one of the modern Finnish cultural icons is a character as extreme as Pentti Linkola. Throughout his career as a public intellectual, Linkola, who died on April 5th, aged 87, said things that would have made anyone else a social outcast or even a criminal. He described German National Socialism as ”a magnificent philosophy,” openly rejoiced the 9/11 attacks, praised the Baader-Meinhof Group, and said that the global human population should be reduced by means of bacteriological warfare.

Still, many of even those who thought Linkola was a madman or a brutal fascist esteemed his ascetic way of life and masterful literary style, considering him a remarkable personality. Every year, some major newspaper or periodical published an extensive interview of him. In 2017, Riitta Kylänpää’s biography of Linkola won the Finlandia literary prize for non-fiction. Appreciation of Linkola often crossed traditional political frontlines.

I became a huge fan of Linkola in my twenties, and I would perhaps never have become interested in environmentalism without reading his essays. His writing style was deeply personal, fuelled by aggression and sorrow, and his favoring of long sentences resembled rather classical Finnish authors like Aleksis Kivi and Joel Lehtonen rather than mainstream literary modernism.

Later I met Linkola several times in person, although I cannot say I knew him well. The first time was in autumn of 2002, when I went to his fisherman’s cabin in Valkeakoski to interview him for a literary magazine. Linkola told me about his aesthetic preferences. He said that in Finnish literature he liked the classics most, but he also read widely contemporary prose. He wondered why ”two masterpieces of world art,” Aleksis Kivi’s Seven Brothers and the symphonies of Sibelius, were created in Finland, even though Finland is ”a remarkably stupid nation.” Of his stylistic ideals he said something very agreeable:

I think that good prose style should at least be lucid. And it is a difficult goal, depending on the subject, of course. If a cleaning lady finds ripped sheets in the wastepaper basket, she should at least understand what the writer has meant, no matter what she thinks of it. And style should not be dryish, one should avoid professional jargon, and if there are Finnish equivalents for words, one should use them, not expressions derived from Latin and other foreign languages. I have tried to make my style clear and colorful on the one hand, but also avoid clichés and too original expressions. There should be some kind of balance; one should use rich language but not subvert the constructions of language. It is terribly demanding indeed, and one can never fully succeed.”

The Linkola I knew was a cultivated, polite, and self-ironic man. He had a dry sense of humor. When I met him at the Helsinki Book Fair a few years ago, I asked: ”Pentti, how are you?” and he answered: ”Well, worse than yesterday, better than tomorrow.” Sometimes he telephoned me to discuss some newspaper article or book. During one of his calls, Linkola, 84 years old at that time, complained that his feet, which had always been the strongest part of his body, had started to fail him. ”Nowadays I can walk only a couple of kilometers nonstop, and then I already must rest at the side of the road.”

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It is not very difficult to understand why the Dissident Right appreciated Linkola. He criticized modernization, humanism, and globalism in a way that was charming even in its most extreme and provocative forms. Like many luminous figures of all eras, Linkola was a son of an impoverished upper-class family, and his hatred towards the vulgarity of the modern age stemmed from his family background. He was no politician and had no mass movement behind him, so he was immune to all forms of political correctness. Unlike most other thinkers of the Green Movement, he always recognized the ecologically and culturally disastrous effects of mass immigration. He said to the author Eero Alén: ”Helsinki has become a Negro city. Everywhere you go, you see Negroes. That kind of Helsinki is no true Helsinki for me.”

Linkola did not consider the nation a value as such, but his thinking did have some nationalist elements. In his book Unelmat paremmasta maailmasta (Dreams of a Better World, 1971) he wrote:

I think that a true brotherhood of men requires same kind of environment and conditions, and also some concord in view of life. A Swedish or Russian environmentalist is surely closer to me than a Finnish economist or engineer, but a Brazilian environmentalist would probably not be. A man who has never fought against snow and frost could hardly be truly close to me.

Linkola’s pessimistic and heroic attitude is also something that men of the Right understand instinctively. The Dissident Right is constantly looking for those who are pure in spirit and fight for their cause till the end even if it is hopelessly lost. Linkola thought that stopping the ecocatastrophe was extremely unlikely and that his own impact on the course of events was virtually nonexistent. Still, he never stopped fighting, because effort, even a futile one, makes life meaningful. Throwing in the towel is the deed of an honorless man.

It is harder to grasp why the appreciation for Linkola was so wide in Finnish society. One often hears the sentence ”I appreciate Linkola because he practices what he preaches,” but I think that is a cliché. No one fully practices what he preaches, because life itself is a kind of compromise. Of course, one should avoid gross contradictions between words and deeds, but especially in the case of livelihood and survival, everyone makes exceptions.

Linkola, who rejected most comforts of modern society, was probably more consistent than most of us. Certainly, he was more consistent than a typical Green Party parliamentarian who never leaves Helsinki except when he flies to an international climate congress. But like his friend and associate Eero Paloheimo said, Linkola was not admired because of his consistency, but because he suffered. For Linkola, environmental disasters were not abstract administrative problems but personal catastrophes. He was a passionate biophile, for whom the frail bond between man and Earth was a deeply intimate and tragic thing. Unlike so many others, he refused to abandon his most genuine source of joy. This refusal led him to the fringes of society and made his life a one-man demonstration. It also made Linkola a more interesting figure than most of his admirers and enemies.



  1. Uri
    Posted April 7, 2020 at 2:16 pm | Permalink

    Your cloud flare protection does not allow saving articles in Pocket

  2. Jante
    Posted April 7, 2020 at 3:34 pm | Permalink

    I just want to point out that Janteloven is a satirical work from 1933. This book follows a very long literary tradition, completely analogue the satirical works of Ludvig Holberg from the 17th century, followed by Ibsen’s Peer Gynt two centuries later, with Ibsen having the better take as Peer breaks with this small mindedness, but he is both a pioneer and a fool, bot celebrated and ridiculed.

    It is not surprising for artists, be it authors, to break with the general rule that you should not try to be exceptional, with a strong emphasis on the word BE and not BECOME. That is the general rule.

  3. ValHallaX
    Posted April 8, 2020 at 12:04 am | Permalink

    Pentti Linkola will live forever in the minds of genuine Finns. I did not know that he had said so about negroes and Helsinki. Well, it just shows that a real man can say things. He was a real man.

    He could say it, indeed, because in his mind he had already lost everything: The Finnish nature. The negro was just another symptom of the loss, the decay. And so the negro is.

    If one steps outside the bubble and takes the trouble to visit smaller towns and villages, one can feel the resistance against the imported dystopia. There are many men quite like Linkola, but nobody as magnificent as he was.

    I feel extremely sorry for the loss, but Pentti Linkola will live with us. His words are heard. He spoke the truth.

  4. Saparnis
    Posted April 8, 2020 at 12:06 pm | Permalink

    Where did he describe German National Socialism as ”a magnificent philosophy”?

  5. HungarianFashionista
    Posted April 9, 2020 at 1:50 pm | Permalink

    Sweater? Coiffure?

    We have to figure out how to combine environmentalism with looking like gods and goddesses.

  6. haddox
    Posted April 12, 2020 at 6:03 am | Permalink

    May he rest in peace . . . .

    Hope everyone at CC is staying safe and healthy.

    FYI, you may be aware but I’ve been having a couple technical issues lately:
    1) the RSS feed goes out intermittently, and has not been updated since this post on Linkola (latest available).
    2) the podcasts are unavailable via players.


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