Journey to the End of the Night

By Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Ralph Manheim

The darkish facet of On the Road: rather than looking kicks, the French narrator travels the globe to discover an ever deeper disgust for life.

Louis-Ferdinand Celine's revulsion and anger at what he thought of the idiocy and hypocrisy of society explodes from approximately each web page of this novel. packed with slang and obscenities and written in uncooked, colloquial language, Journey to the tip of the Night is a literary symphony of violence, cruelty and obscene nihilism. This publication stunned such a lot critics whilst it was once first released in France in 1932, yet fast turned successful with the examining public in Europe, and later in the United States the place it was once first released through New instructions in 1952. the tale of the unbelievable but convincingly defined travels of the petit-bourgeois (and mostly autobiographical) antihero, Bardamu, from the trenches of worldwide battle I, to the African jungle, to ny and Detroit, and eventually to lifestyles as a failed physician in Paris, takes the readers by way of the scruff and hurtles them towards the novel's inevitable, unhappy end.

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