Tag: The Camp of the Saints

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The following is the text of the speech that Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orbán delivered at the 31st Bálványos Summer Free University and Student Camp in Tusványos (Băile Tuşnad in Romanian), Transylvania, Romania last Saturday, July 23. The text is reprinted, with some added annotations, from the Cabinet Office of the Prime Minister’s official website. The title is editorial. A video including the English text in subtitles is also linked below. (more…)

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“There is nothing one can do against those who approach. Except run . . .” So begins, not Septentrion the novel, but Septentrion the blog page. It is with this quote — a quote by himself — that Jean Raspail begins his personal blog page dedicated to his own work, a novel from 1979, recently translated into English, for the first time, after nearly 45 years. That quote is quickly followed by this one: “Death is our deepest memory . . .”, from Ernst Jünger.

What to say about Septentrion the novel without giving away the story? One will have to speak in luminous abstractions, poetic bounds, quotes, and thick or thin riddles unless . . . (more…)

Jean Raspail as photographed by Pascal Parrot in 1981.

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On June 13, 2020, the French explorer and novelist Jean Raspail died in Paris at the age of 94. Many were the nationalists, identitarians, and traditional Catholics who paid tribute at his passing. Former European MP and co-founder of the European identity movement Iliade, Jean-Yves Gallou, stated that Raspail was “the man who foretold the destructive impact of blame culture and anti-racism on our civilization back in 1973.”  (more…)

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Part 3 of 3 (Part 1 here, Part 2 here)

Then, after a while, there were too many poor. Altogether too many. Folk you didn’t even know . . . Swarming all over . . . spreading through cities, houses and homes. Worming their way by the thousands, in thousands of foolproof ways. (more…)

Jean Raspail

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Part 2 of 3 (Part 1 here, Part 3 here)

Then he started to count. Calm and unhurried. But it was like trying to count all the trees in the forest, those arms raised high in the air, waving and shaking together, all outstretched towards the nearby shore. Scraggy branches, brown and black, quickened by a breath of hope. All bare, those fleshless Gandhi-like arms. (more…)

Migrant protest in Budapest, September 2015.

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Part 1 of 3 (Part 2 here)

I had wanted to write a lengthy preface to explain my position and show that this is no wild-eyed dream; that even if my specific action, symbolic as it is, may seem far-fetched, the fact remains that we are inevitably heading for something of the sort. (more…)

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Derek Turner (Foreword by Tito Perdue)
Sea Changes
Whitefish, Mt.: Washington Summit Publishers, 2012 (more…)

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Übersetzt von Deep Roots.

English original here

Wie empfinden Sie die gegenwärtige Situation?

Wissen Sie, ich möchte mich nicht der großen Gruppe von Intellektuellen anschließen, die ihre Zeit mit Debatten über Einwanderung verbringen… (more…)

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German translation here

What do you feel about the current situation?

You know, I’ve no wish to join the big group of intellectuals who spend their time debating immigration . . . I have the impression that these talks serve no purpose. The people already know it all, intuitively: that France, as our ancestors fashioned it centuries ago, is disappearing. (more…)

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Whatever happened to the Age of Anxiety? In the post-war years, intellectuals left and right were constantly telling us — left and right — that we were living in an age of breakdown and decay. (more…)