Guillaume Faye - Prelude to War: Chronicle of the Coming Cataclysm

Arktos
London 2021

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ISBN

978-1-914208-13-3 (Softcover)

978-1-914208-14-0 (Hardback)

978-1-914208-15-7 (Ebook)

Translation

Roger Adwan

Editing

Jason Rogers

Constantin von Hoffmeister

Cover and Layout

Tor Westman

Foreword to the English Edition

by Constantin von Hoffmeister

I was introduced to Guillaume Faye in Moscow in 2007. We had both been invited to speak at the conference The Future of the White World . Faye struck me as a typical Frenchman not only because of his very strong French accent. He was rather short, but had a very large personality and a typical Gallic face. His suit seemed a bit disheveled, which added to the aura of his being this eccentric philosopher and bon vivant .

Between speeches we went together to the elegant basement cafe (in the building of the Russian Writers Union) for French cigarettes (which he generously offered to me) and Russian beer. There were many fans and young people crowded around, to whom he was warm and congenial. The young girls were practically groupies. I was delighted to have this opportunity to discover his personal side a bit. He told me about his efforts to create true pan-European solidarity within different nationalist groupings, and to rid them of archaic positions, such as the outdated animosity towards Jews. I shared these views with him and so we got along splendidly.

After the conference, we headed to the beautiful home of an old (apparently very close) friend; an older, very wealthy and elegant Russian woman, who spoke to him in perfect French. They were flirtatious and very charming. Seeing him in all of these settings was remarkable, but at a certain point, I knew it was time for me to make my exit.

The next day was a meeting at the Konstantin Vasilyev Museum for all the speakers of the conference and we talked more (and drank more), and now when I ruminate on what struck me most about him, beside his magnificent personality, were the memorable words he said to me: Im so happy that I have the opportunity to experience Russia, the future of Europe.

Guillaume Faye was an explosive weapon of the mind and word. Like a poetical drone, he targeted precisely and detonated passionately with sincere words the falsities and lies of the corrupt multiracial system we are forced to live under and endure on the pain of severe punishment. In his book Prelude to War , he discusses a number of important and pertinent topics, relevant to both general readers and pro-European activists, as well as those who wish to become the latter.

Faye was an ardent disciple of Carl Schmitt, which is evident in the fact that he was resolutely able to identify the enemies of Europe, namely Islam and the Third World, precisely because these two are directly invading with their inexhaustible army of fertile surplus hordes. With them it is not just talk but the actual walk. America, on the other hand, is only an adversary because it weakens Europe through subversive machinations without openly attacking it.

Faye is correct in his opposition to the rabid anti-Americanism which is so frequently expressed by a large part of the conservative Right in Europe. The main reason why this mentality is backwards and not forward-looking is that the majority of Americans are still White and that is why America is a European brother nation. America is ruled by a corrupt anti-White elite, but this elite is really no worse than the anti-European elites which sit in the parliaments of France, Germany, England, etc. White Americans and Europeans are basically in the same boat and must learn to paddle (or bail the water out) together if they do not want to sink together. Faye argues that it is easy, fashionable and, most of all, safe to spray paint Yankee go home! on the walls of European capitals, but how few would dare write Islam out! instead? This is, of course, a rhetorical question.

According to Faye, the new class struggle pits the Bohemian bourgeoisie and the immigrant-colonizers against the autochthonous proletarians. Unlike the members of the upper class, who can afford to send their kids to foreigner-free private schools, the lower classes have to bear the brunt of immigrant aggression and criminality. The indigenous working class is forced to cohabitate with the aliens in their midst. Although Faye was always opposed to Marxism, his analysis is astute in that it recognizes the class character of engineered mass immigration. The fat cats benefit from cheap labor through wage suppression and the decadent privileged class sincerely believes that their moral posturing pays off in the eyes of the nonnative-worshipping establishment. I honestly believe that good old Karl would have agreed with Fayes observation that the real oppressed, and thus revolutionary subject (in the Marxian sense), are not the invaders but the proletarian Europeans.

Faye advocates an alliance between France and Germany to bury the long-lasting enmity these two nations have expressed towards each other for centuries. The Franks must reunite once more! Memories of Charlemagnes realm permeate the consciousness of the pan-European soul that longs for unity within a large spacebigger is always better! What formerly had its centers in Metz (now France) and Aachen (now Germany) must in the future expand to include the Sacred East. From the axis Paris-Berlin to the axis Paris-Berlin-Moscow is a short leap of the imagination and a geopolitical priority of the highest order. Eurosiberia is the idealists vision of the Carolingian Empire entering an alliance with Kievan Rus to usher in the Final Kingdom: a White line of determined defense reaching from the shores of the Atlantic to the port cities of the Pacific.

Triumph is what one should strive for, not romanticism in being conquered. As Faye rightly states, there is no honor in defeat. Martyrdom is still an expression of failure and therefore nothing to celebrate. Vae victis ! The winner writes history and all the losers tears will not wash away the ignominy of being forever remembered as the beaten. Clutching victory from the jaws of subjugation is not only a goal worth relentlessly working towards, it is also the only recourse the true warrior has left if he does not want to end up in the dustbin of history. For even if statues are erected to honor the heroic deeds of the vanquished, one day, as we all know, those statues will come down and the memory of those they represented will be dragged through the mocking and jeering mud of the mob.

Of course, we did it all to ourselves. Faye points out this obvious fact, to the dismay of much of the Right, which revels in scapegoating and assigning blame where there is none. For that reason delusional rightists always point their fingers at the non-existent Kalergi Plan, the Freemasons, the all-powerful Elders of Zion or shapeshifting reptiles, to name just a few of their imaginary culprits. The reality is, as Occams razor dictates, rather simple and straightforward. The managerial class (who mostly belongs to us) has duped the people into committing civilizational suicide for inglorious amounts of shekels, and the people have been cheering it on for decades. Who is the bigger fool? The fool, or the fool who follows the fool? Voting patterns clearly show, year after year, that the majority of Europeans are quite satisfied with the status quo and feel no need to change anything that actually matters . Like sheep being led to the slaughterhouse, they bleat either mind-boggling ignorance or utter indifference in unison. A thorough cleansing of the soul of the race is in order, if we want to see a positive shift towards a true regeneration of the Occident.