Journey to the End of boredom.

The prestigious La Pléiade collection published it a few months ago under the direction of Henri Godard, an anthology of letters Céline, hailed as a publishing event. Rendered suspicious by reading reviews from print, which is content most often trace the preface to Henri Godard, rightly appalled by the poverty of comments from readers, many of you have to turn to the use ultimate, Shuffle Master to obtain authorized and definitive opinion on this publication. Here, ordered by socio-professional criteria that will prevent everyone from wasting time.
I. Men without any degree, agricultural workers, hard rock musicians, artisans, taxi drivers ....: First precaution; there is absolutely no question of Celine Dion, attention to confusion. Next, think (fasting, preferably); do you really need a book to you, what is more in the Pleiades? If it is only to impress your colleagues, a simple pocket edition Marc Levy widely enough. To increase the effect, remember to corner some pages and highlight a few passages in pencil. This notice does not apply to women who have other things to do than read.
II. Men / Women average less bac class (small traders and employees from category C officials ...). Be lucid: you never got to finish the travel, this is not for you toil on the 2,034 pages of the book. You definitely want to have a volume of the collection? Type in the classic, timeless and unsurprisingly Zola, Flaubert, the choices abound.
III. Men / Women average middle class (area of ​​services, Class A and B officials ....) bac + 2 or more. With what will fall on you in September, various increases, removing support ... etc., You can excuse yourself from spending 60 euros.
IV. Men / Women upper middle class, upper class (professionals, business leaders, employees of large groups), bac + 5, colleges, and / where well-filled address book. When it's not about the stock quotes or management books, reading is a waste of time and the expected profit is possible in the very long term. Continue to favor purchases or cultural events that require less personal investment and that can make you meet people (including openings).

Good. Of those who remain, it is now cut off all leftists for whom Céline is just a filthy anti-Semitic hack who has no place in the Pleiades.
Now that we're finally among us turn to our subject today. Hay vain circumlocutions: this book is a big dud, and has no interest. However, it has the merit of clearly stating the problem of the desirability of publication of the correspondence of writers. It may be in the field of general rules, appreciation to be on a case by case basis. To take elements of comparison, the correspondence of Flaubert or Voltaire, which combine the qualities of documents and literary works are monuments. In contrast, that of Léautaud, for example, is perfectly uninteresting and flat, while his Journal is extraordinary.
What may interest correspondence Celine?
Knowledge of the work, the genesis of the works, the work of the writer? There is almost nothing on the subject, with the exception of some information data Brassillach and the American publisher Milton Hindus (metaphors metro and stick dipped in water).
Interesting viewpoints on the political, economic, social ....? We must recognize that Celine has not much to say. Float some comments on the war (already read a thousand times elsewhere) or on American society (described as grim, with his lyricism Galeries Lafayette).
The knowledge of man? In front of the portrait that emerges from reading these letters, which are only a anthology we repeat, we are entitled to wonder, without falling into conspiracy theory and paranoia. What reason obeys this publication? Céline is primarily a spoiled child that sends a language course in Germany and then in England, a soldier (committed) pitiful tapping his comrades, his parents are monitoring / pampered by officers they pay (including a captain and a general with whom Céline's mother went to get I do not know what advantage ...). After the injury to the front and Africa, is discovered Céline queutard obsessed with the dancers and the underworld, especially pimps. After marriage with the daughter of a doctor who put his foot in the stirrup, his continual professional recriminations, his obsession for money, and its rabibochages shouting matches with the press, publishers ... period Denmark is particularly challenging with a succession of letters whining to his Danish lawyer and friends back in France. The general tone from that time is that of a self-pity more or less aggressive, which is more tedious than annoying. To be honest, I said that I did not go at the end of the volume.
As for those waiting revelations or information about Celine's anti-Semitism, which was about the unspeakable interest of the title, they will be disappointed. Nothing we know already, that is to say little.
The result: those who hated Celine for good and bad reasons for sure will be strengthened in their opinion. Those who appreciated the work will inevitably ask questions, first on the man and then the conditions / reasons for this publication. Once again, everything related to Celine is never simple.
Thank you that?