>In art there are merely—some merely—discrete geniuses, who arrive without predecessors and depart without successors. Well, after Proust there was Louis-Ferdi

>In art there are merely—some merely—discrete geniuses, who arrive without predecessors and depart without successors. Well, after Proust there was Louis-Ferdinand Céline. Completely different from M. Proust in ideas, writing style, novels, but surely a great successor. I loved Céline and his major work: Voyage au bout de la nuit. I loved also how quick was the shiftment from the Proustian period to the new Céline era. It's easy to see how we went from Balzac to Flaubert but it's totally non-sense how we went from Proust to Céline a in a few years. A huge part of literature is not predictable and that's the most interesting part of it.