Jünger wrote “On the Marble Cliffs” in 1937, and read the proofs already at the front in 1939. It was his first work of fiction and, at the same time, an exquisite epitaph for the entire previous era— the period between the two world wars, when conservative views still did not mean belonging to the ruling elite, and German writers could still be welcome guests in Paris literary salons. A sensitive heart feels the pulse of “history in its infancy,” while a lofty mind foresees the inevitable—soon everything will be over. No one will save the Great Lagoon—this small world of harmony between nature and the human spirit—from the barbarous bands of the Senior Gamekeeper, a personification of the violence of power and the chaos brought by the greedy mob. The knight-aristocrat, the refined aesthete, enters into a fight with his time—he is doomed, but fearless, because behind his back stand reason, truth, and eternity.
This romantic and merciless high-modern text in the 1940s became a manifesto of style and struggle for all of the reading Europe, regardless of nation or language.