La carta d'identità di Céline "Ma io, filosemita, celebro Céline"
di Guido Ceronetti
strongly regret that a writer like Céline has been removed from the calendar of celebrations for 2011 in France. A minister of culture, in any French government has sufficient authority to resist any private group pressure, even praiseworthy, as in this case. Dion is not a small fish, is one of the greatest writers and witnesses of the century. Its fiftieth anniversary (he died in 1961 in Meudon, in suburbs) will not be forgotten too. It is understandable: the Holocaust is a wound that time in human history can not and should heal, and the cry of Rachel in Ramah followed a sprinkle of mourning. But the anti-Semitic paranoia of a writer who has not paid blood deportees should be seen as an anomaly of the psyche, a shadow of Fate, possession of a demon nightmare. Must be viewed as a disease and not elevated to blame. "He has a bullet in the head," the justified Lucette. Him, the episode of the Great War had made him lay off quickly and medals, had never been silent: the increasingly agitated, his dismissal of permanent disability for seventy-five percent, but above all was to make it wildly anti-Semitic was the obsession that Jews - all, in bulk, bankers and beggars - pushed a new fearsome war with poor Germany, that Hitler did not think to defend himself in any way. In Thirty-seven published his artifact of delusions, Bagatelles pour un massacre , pounding because France did not lose time to get rid of its Jews, to peel from the walls, and drive them away, "that does not talk about it anymore ': a powerful writing as well as its caught as honey the antidreyfusardi, without gaining the sympathy of the Nazis, the Gestapo, Céline was crazier than useful. Even as anti-Semitic Céline was an isolated the Communists after the execrated Mea culpa, anti-Semites in need of "scientific racism" or religious beliefs, motivations and flat monotone, that Vajont metaphors wildly, ending in pure self-destruction early extinguished soon, please; In addition, uncontrollable, under the eye of German occupiers to dismiss and feared his pacifist zeal, he lashed out publicly against also conner aryenne (which makes as fessaggine, stronzaggine Aryan). Were not the wretched of the three metaphors celiniane antisemitic essays to fill the trains of deportees to be exterminated: who will never read between the bureaucrats in Vichy? In such a war against the human essence (other than "banality of evil '!) Were without number the tragic paradoxes. Céline in Semmelwei in Voyage in Mort à crédit, ultraviolent style in his novels of the postwar period, in his travels in the wake of the collaborationist government fleeing Sigmaringen went so far as the literary expression of the unspeakable human pity, it was a modern, and remains, the incarnation of Buddha, an angel full of scars, which unleashed a Shakespearean sentence. Add your job until the last day of strenuous doctor of the poor, who almost never did pay. Lucette, in Meudon, showed me the chair where Céline spent a sleepless night life. The landscape from the window, were the workshops of the Renault-Billancourt, a steaming human jail, do not see a tree. Beyond the falling drops fixed delusion, to dig a stone, bullet in the skull of war, Erinne dettatrici insults ferocious satire of persecution maniac (motivated), the openings are stated the cruel truth, love of beauty, smile in labor. Insomnia, an ally of contrast, violent chiaroscuro, is the "mother of all." The twentieth century has left us three books, which are generated directly by an endless succession of human wayside that has plagued and distorted the entire planet inhabited or uninhabited - and three great books I have mentioned to be the latest stories and diaries of Kafka's stories Varlam Šalamov of Kolyma, and Voyage au bout de la nuit Céline. Comparing anti-Semitism now dissolved in the acids of time Céline, and the philosophy of Martin Heidegger disaster when it was filled between 1933 and 1935, University of vanity, for credulity from mental weakness (though young), of secretly anti-Semitic pro-Nazi zeal, I would be easier, I had to make the Minos ruled on both, sending semiassolto (or all) Céline, refraining dall'incolpare Heidegger solely for the purpose of limitation. A thinker had no right to degrade that way. The speech of the rector of Freiburg philosopher's worse, it is more deceitful, more corrupting, of Bagatelles pour un massacre . However, if we speak of values, Heidegger Heidegger. If we speak of literary glory, Céline, reshaping of language, petite musique , frescoes and doctor of human misery, is Celine. Unfair and ridiculous, delete it from the celebrations of 2011. It was an opportunity to understand, discover, analyze. Hatred, Spinoza dixit, can never be good.
Source: Corriere della Sera, 26/01/2011.
Source: Corriere della Sera, 26/01/2011.
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