The Frenchman Jean Raspail (1925 – 2020) was a prolific author of nonfiction and fiction books, only a few of which were translated into English.
‘The Camp of the Saints’ first was published in France in 1973 as Le Camp des Saints. Several editions of an English translation of ‘Camp’ have been published over the decades, including a hardcover edition in 1975, from Scribner; mass market paperback versions in 1977 from Ace Books and Sphere; and a trade paperback version, issued in 1994 from Social Contract Press.
All of these editions are out of print and have exorbitant asking prices, partly because the book nowadays is very politically incorrect and no publisher will touch it. For my part, I was fortunate to pick up the Social Contract Press edition for under $20 back in ’94 (it’s currently available at amazon for $113 on up).
I should state at the outset that ‘The Camp of the Saints’ only mildly is science fiction. It is not a near-future eco-catastrophe or overpopulation novel like other early 70s books, such as Christopher Priest’s Fugue for a Darkening Island, or Don Pendleton’s Population Doomsday, or D. Keith Mano’s The Bridge. ‘Camp’ is much more of a polemic wrapped in a ‘what-if’ scenario. Even making allowances for the translation from French to English, the narrative is wordy, and leans heavily on sociopolitical musings.
The plot is simple; in the near-future (i.e., late 20th century) the Third World, ever more squalid and desperate, decides to invade Southern France as the first step in a conquest of Europe.
The catalyst for this event is the decision by the conscience-stricken Belgian consulate in Calcutta to allow a cohort of impoverished Indian children to take up permanent residence in Belgium. When a mob of rioting Indians besiege the consulate, thrusting babies through the consulate gates, the Belgian government has second thoughts about their seemingly generous act; this ignites a furor among the Indian population.
In Calcutta, a physically imposing Indian man, known as the ‘turd eater’, allies himself with a malformed dwarf; this duo has sufficient charisma to convince a million impoverished fellow Indians to board a flotilla of decrepit vessels on the Ganges river. In a kind of Hindu version of the wanderings of the Hebrews, the flotilla sets out for the Mediterranean and France, the land of succor and salvation.
As the flotilla makes its slow and utterly wretched transit to its destination, the liberal elites of Europe are torn between acknowledging that the arrival of the ships will be a demographic and economic disaster for France; and their desire to present themselves as ‘woke’ (the term didn’t exist in 1973), and obliged to welcome the starving million. Raspail’s intent clearly is to savage the actions of the liberal elite and their complicity in what is essentially Europe’s suicide.
Interestingly, a character in ‘Camp’ is a Third World immigrant to France, who, as an ‘outsider’, can see through the strictures of political correctness to recognize the disaster to European civilization that will ensue from a decision to allow the flotilla to land. His attitudes are contrasted with the willful blindness of his native-born neighbors, who, cowed by the rhetoric from the political and cultural elites, can only helplessly dither as the flotilla draws ever closer.
I won't disclose spoilers about the conclusion of 'Camp', save to say that it is in keeping with the book's goal of acidulous satire.
Should you be willing to invest in a copy of this book ? My advice is, no, not at the prices currently being sought by bookjackers and speculators. If an eBook edition ever is issued then that may be the best choice for access. But if you do decide to read 'Camp', be prepared for a novel that is a political tract rather than an 'action' novel.
The 'Pet of the Year Play-Off' (the latter term chosen to irritate Playboy magazine, no doubt) features some deserving young women, of both American and U.K. origin. No Instagram face or body filters with these photographs; when they were taken, Instagram didn't exist..........! 
Thus ends our sojourn into the pop culture landscape of 50 (!) years ago. I hope you have enjoyed it. 
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