In Spite of His Racism, Céline Is Worth Reading
On the French master's infamous anti-Semitism
My favorite book last year, by far, was Journey to the End of the Night. Back in September I’d lie in the sun, reading forever, addicted to the musicality of the author’s colloquialisms. Published in the era defined by Proust’s ornate language, Journey pushed the novel into modernity. Scorning pretentious literary tropes, Céline turned quotidian, flavor…
