please tell me if Ferdinand celine is full of shit or not. never read him but I feel like he's overrated and shouldn't be studied like Houellebecq
I want to know if hes full of shit
>>24737789>I feel like he's overratedno he's the real deal. read it or get filtered (probably better in french tho, shame you're monolingual)
>>24737789>full of shitquite the opposite. less full of shit, in fact, than almost anyone in the 20th century>overratedno. He may be celebrated by some but he's also been earmarked as a literary pariah, a dangerous writer to bring up and discuss. People often feel the need to "separate the art from the artist" when he comes up. In Celine's case I find that impossible. Antisemitism seemed to emerge from his general worldview, its not some inexplicable tragic abberation that popped out of nowhere - and some of his novels are explicitly antisemitic. But the controversy does add to his mystique, to be fair>shouldn't be studied like Houellebecqthat's possible, I suppose. it's also possible that you can't fully understand Houellebecq without studying Celine. And even if Celine is less nuanced in certain respects, his prose style is worth examination, that is well beyond doubt
>>24738057do you have an example of his prose?
>>24737789>never read him but I feel like he's overrated/lit/ retards in one sentence
>>24738105alright here's a random page from mort à crédit (since it's on my nighstand): >A la saison des légumes on s'en foutait plein le lampion... Je les présentais "en jardinière" avec des lardons variés... Il en ramenait des salades ! des haricots à plein panier ! de Montrebout !... De la craotte, du navet, des bottes et des bottes entières et même des petits pois...Courtial il était porté sur les plats en "sauce". Moi j'avais appris tout ça dans son manuel de cuisine... Je connaissais toutes les ragougnasses, tout les manières de faire "revenir". C'est un genre extrêmement commode... Ça peut être resservi longtemps. Nous possédions un fort réchaud à gaz lampant "Sulfridor", un peu explosif, dans l'arrière-boutique-gymnase... L'hiver, je mettais le pot-au-feu... C'est moi qui achetais la barbaque, la margarine et le frometon... Pour la question des bibines on en ramenait chacun son tour...La Violette, sur les minuits, elle aimait bien casser la croûte... Elle aimait le veau froid sur du pain... Seulement tout ça coûte assez cher... En plus des autres folles dépenses !page 470 ed Gallimard 1951 & 1981
