A Doeuvre head of black literature, pessimistic and bitter. It's a bit especially cruel frankness and lack of illusions about the human species, almost cynical. A pseudo-popular language, invented by the author, brilliant, precise. Forget the doctor Ferdinand Destouches never to consider that Celine, writer of genius, and understand better a generation of survivors after the First World War, many of which have never really given psychologically, oscillating between lexaltation of victory and duty completed or close pessimism of despair.