Louis-Ferdinand CELINE furiously rails against the whole world.

Louis-Ferdinand CELINE (1894.1961)

Autograph letter signed to his friend Jean Gabriel Daragnès.

Five folio pages.

[Copenhagen] May 12, 1950

“I don’t know how we will get out of this nightmare of 1000 acts which has lasted for 10 years.”

Long and virulent letter from Louis Ferdinand Céline furiously vituperating against the entire world.

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“My dear Old Man, our letters are obviously intertwined! I received yours from the 9th just now. You are right: nothing to do with Frinanger. He stole with premeditation. He's a crook to the point. We're done again – that's all. In the state I am in it wasn't difficult! Monnier seems to be doing everything he can, but it's not a lot of money of course! Think what secret hostility, and what scoundrels on the lookout! oh on Denoël they are gangsters , brothers, Voilier, Tossi – all in the same trash! Cowardly crooks! and undoubtedly assassins . Good for anything and ready for anything. Leave them alone, we'll see them come to court, complaints, etc... their music is usual. And then in the state of eternal perpetual seizure contracts ? Obviously an idiot trap. And Meyer above, the great judge who despite everything orchestrates my persecution at all levels […] Naud does not seem to suspect it. You will see by the equivalence! I've already seen about the dismissal ! the job ! We are waiting for the departure to Copenhagen on Tuesday and on Wednesday to the hospital, one more ordeal station. How much even?

Mikkelsen must be in Paris . He'll probably see you. It has been great I must say in the current critical moment. He gave orders to make everything . Very active, very generous. So don't mistreat him. He has bad taste, that’s his calamity – like Hitler . He's not sensitive. He is infatuated with fakes. He doesn't see the real thing. Poic and redneck. You know the type: the cunning fake! the false skeptic, the false sentimentalist of false things; in short, the customer, the false franked person. The glans. It vibrates sideways, in Germanic. You talk about him running around like a drunk ! at the wrong number Utrillo – fake drunkard – Mik kif Joulon. They are the same brand: customers. Those who look for little flowers in nightclubs. The rescuers of the little ones persecuted by the naughty pimps. To disgust the genre ! But that’s not all we have! Anyway, Mayer is waiting for it in Paris! […]

This horrible, painful heroism has passed through the flames! And in silence – in the middle of all these dogs chattering their wild tongues and with a thousand smiles everywhere as little gifts. You haven't seen Devichen of course, I don't care. He came back. Oh but the guy is dangerous, with him 10,000 smiles. I know a bit about hallali […] Marcel [Aymé] is very fraternal. He thinks about the NRF for me. But in the state of “seized for life” in which I find myself, chased, tracked, what would I do there? If I show a piece of siskin, I'll be knocked out straight away! Would you like to give him my letter? I'll let you know what's going on, our umpteenth ordeal. You are our only link to the world – or almost – our ex-life. I don't know how we will get out of this nightmare of 1000 acts that has lasted for 10 years. »