Journey to the End of the Night
The dark side of On the Road: instead of seeking kicks, the French narrator travels the globe to find an ever deeper disgust for life.Louis-Ferdinand Celine's revulsion and anger at what he considered the idiocy and hypocrisy of society explodes from nearly... show more
The dark side of On the Road: instead of seeking kicks, the French narrator travels the globe to find an ever deeper disgust for life.Louis-Ferdinand Celine's revulsion and anger at what he considered the idiocy and hypocrisy of society explodes from nearly every page of this novel. Filled with slang and obscenities and written in raw, colloquial language, Journey to the End of the Night is a literary symphony of violence, cruelty and obscene nihilism. This book shocked most critics when it was first published in France in 1932, but quickly became a success with the reading public in Europe, and later in America where it was first published by New Directions in 1952. The story of the improbable yet convincingly described travels of the petit-bourgeois (and largely autobiographical) antihero, Bardamu, from the trenches of World War I, to the African jungle, to New York and Detroit, and finally to life as a failed doctor in Paris, takes the readers by the scruff and hurtles them toward the novel's inevitable, sad conclusion.
Publish date: May 17th 2006
Publisher: New Directions
Pages no: 453
Edition language: English
Originally, I thought about writing an eloquent review of this book, but intentions do not always come to bear fruit. The longer I think about it, the less apt I am to do it, so, instead of procrastinating, I'm just going to 'wing it' live.Here it goes. I first borrowed this book from a library, but...
Preface to the 1952 Gallimard Edition--Journey to the End of the NightGlossaryAfterword
In the spirit of Celine’s book I will try to curse in this review. I think he would approve. Well, shit. The bastards are out to get you. The question is, which bastards. This book, this stream of piss, is just like piss. No, re...
De la adolescencia a la adultez , diez años desde la primera que lo leí , mi concepción de este libro cambio abismalmente . Igual le dejo un cuatro por la nostalgia casi dolorosa que me provocó el releerlo . Por los viejos tiempos , A este cascarrabias que quise tanto cuando sabia bastante menos de ...