{"id":105373,"date":"2026-10-17T05:00:47","date_gmt":"2026-10-17T09:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=105373"},"modified":"2026-10-16T23:10:20","modified_gmt":"2026-10-17T03:10:20","slug":"ernst-jungers-storm-of-steel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/ernst-jungers-storm-of-steel\/","title":{"rendered":"Ernst J\u00fcnger’s Storm of Steel<\/em>, the true rival to All Quiet on the Western Front<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

Every year, Scott Alexander invites Astral Codex Ten<\/em> readers to submit anonymous book reviews, and the most recent contribution is one of Scott’s reader’s review<\/a> of Storm of Steel<\/em>:<\/p>\n

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All Quiet on the Western Front<\/em> ranks as the definitive anti-war novel of World War I, perhaps for all wars, and to some the most important war novel of all time. It was widely banned in the inter-war period yet went on to sell more than 20 million copies and has three film adaptations, the most recent the acclaimed 2022 version. It’s so famous, so prominent, so dominating, that the novel I think is the best war novel ever written can only point back at it from a “see also” link on Wikipedia. That novel is Storm of Steel<\/em>, by Ernst J\u00fcnger.<\/p>\n

You may recognize that name from 2023’s ACX book review, On the Marble Cliffs<\/em><\/a>. It was my first serious look at J\u00fcnger as well; he is described as a “serial killer” and a “sociopath”, the kind of modern psycho who nowadays would take glee in uploading videos of drones blowing people up, someone perhaps who sees war as the chance to visit death upon human beings with the state’s permission. I had heard of Storm of Steel<\/em>, heard the acclaim for it, but never read any of his works. What kind of man was this?<\/p>\n

The Wikipedia page<\/a> is light on details, but it’s beyond impressive. J\u00fcnger fought throughout World War I in the thick of it, starting as a private and ending as a company-commanding Lieutenant. He saw action at the Somme and Cambrai, the Battle of Arras then the Third Battle of Ypres and finally the Ludendorff Offensive. He was wounded 14 times, sometimes quite severely, and came out of it with the Pour le M\u00e9rite<\/em> (the most prestigious Prussian officer’s decoration) alongside numerous other awards. Storm of Steel<\/em> is, basically, his diary of his time in the war. After the war he was a very famous writer, and if you want to know more about him you should read the previous ACX review which covers his story more and is interesting in its own right.<\/p>\n

So there was nothing to do but read it myself. Storm of Steel<\/em> is not a very long book by page count. What I will call it is dense. It is not a diary that J\u00fcnger used to explain his theories, his ideas or his politics except as cursory asides. It is a book about WAR<\/strong>, hundreds of pages of it, from the mundane to the bloody to the idyllic. Storm of Steel<\/em> is, in my humble opinion, the best war novel ever written.<\/p>\n

I did not say that it is the best _anti-_war novel; I also did not say that it is a _pro-_war novel, although in some places and versions J\u00fcnger claims war can be glorious or make someone stronger in a rising-to-the-challenge sense. It is at its core an account of a war, a war more bloody and terrible than any of us could imagine, written by someone intelligent and gifted in writing who happened to see much of it and survive to tell the tale. It is by turns harrowing, riveting, insightful, terrifying, humorous, disgusting and soul-shaking. I had read All Quiet<\/em> and Storm of Steel<\/em> years ago, and for this review I read both again, then got a different version and translation of Storm of Steel<\/em> to read it yet again; I can say that it was all worth it. There is nothing like it, and I hope that nothing like it will come ever again.<\/p>\n

The Elephant in the Room<\/strong><\/p>\n

If you will forgive me a meme, if I had a nickel for every German World War I war novel I read that featured a bug-collecting protagonist who drank oily machinegun water during an attack, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.<\/p>\n

Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, let us truly begin. I opened with All Quiet on the Western Front<\/em> for a reason: you probably know about it, and it’s also a German infantryman’s perspective of World War I. All Quiet<\/em> also describes the horrors of trench warfare from the perspective of a veteran serving for years, of seeing death and destruction around every corner, breaks up its action with humor and levity, and ends with the war. The comparison is natural.<\/p>\n

The truth is that All Quiet on the Western Front<\/em> is a work of fiction with a thesis. It covers nearly three years, but Remarque was only on frontline duty for about five weeks. It’s unlikely that Remarque ever participated in the actual combat he describes: an article in the S\u00fcddeutsche Zeitung<\/em><\/a> describes his service as mostly rear-area construction work; certainly dangerous, he certainly lived through shelling and gas attacks, and it’s a matter of record that he was wounded, but he probably didn’t see the relentless action he describes in All Quiet<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Storm of Steel<\/em> was first published in 1920, while All Quiet<\/em> came in 1929. Remarque was aware of this other famous account of World War I in his own language. I open with the bug-collecting and drinking cooling water because it’s those sorts of shared details that popped out to me after reading them both, but J\u00fcnger was an independently-famous entomologist and a stormtrooper commander and Remarque was not. He was on the periphery of such things, and between his time at the front and his time in the hospital, I’m sure he experienced enough and met those who did experience the combat he describes to create the agonizing story, but Remarque was justifiably reticent about discussing his own war experiences or explaining himself.<\/p>\n

All Quiet<\/em> intersperses brief periods of combat with long scenes of Paul returning home, of soldiers discussing how it’s really the leaders who should fight, of how training is miserable and the food is lousy and so on. It pontificates about the causes and horrors of war, about the damage it does to one’s psyche and soul, about how it makes men who should be brothers into sincere enemies, how it alienates the soldier from the civilian; it crafts a story for you to do all that. But it is a craft, and I think that detracts from its power.<\/p>\n

Storm of Steel<\/em> is true<\/strong>. It really happened, and it reports those happenings with minimal commentary. Many books start with an idea and write a world around them; Atlas Shrugged<\/em> is a vehicle for getting the reader to an 80-page monologue about Objectivism. All Quiet<\/em> is in that vein; it wants you to be anti-war, to feel the horrors of it, to know the unfairness, the blundering and chaos and death. It starts with the conclusion and works its way backwards. Storm of Steel<\/em> works the other way around, describing it as it happened and drawing conclusions from that, but it barely draws anything itself and instead lets you do it, with barely a suggestive nudge. If you want to be pro-war, Storm of Steel<\/em> will satisfy you with heroism and duty and camaraderie in the face of noble adversity. If you want to be anti-war, it will satisfy you with horror and futility and bloodiness in the face of a cruel industrial war machine. If you want to know what World War I was like for an infantryman, banally, you will hear about tasteless food and unceasing work and moments of absurdity and silly training. If you want to know what World War I was like for an infantryman, notably, you will hear about impossible situations and near-misses then grievous wounds and feats of daring and moments of sheer, unadulterated terror tempered by steely courage. If you want a few jokes, it even has some of those. But above all, Storm of Steel<\/em> offers one man’s true and unflinching account of The Great War, and what an account it is!<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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