This second novel by Louis-Ferdinand takes guts. The slang is once again its effect. It is the despair that is put into words. That's plenty of nothing, bad luck at all, the seal of fate that hits you. I was hit in the heart by the style "Celinian". If different from Journey to the End of the night by his personal character and more penetrating, Death on is quite fascinating and the equal of travel. Ferdinand (who is none other than Bardamu child) is overwhelmed by all the evils overwhelmed and exhausted parents, victim of an unhealthy and teeming universe. This kid of the city will go through many adventures, Parisian misery jobs (when you find it!) To English boarding henchman of a scholar (-fou?) Whimsical to the cold campaign Beauvais. One constant: the spell persists. Gamin disturbed, lost child? Hard times, sure. A novel worth reading. I only regret that it ends so dryly.
