Trifles for a massacre - louis ferdinand celine

Theres a book you wont hear a word about on the radio.

Theres a book the right-thinking newspapers will not speak about, except to refer to it prim and reproachful terms.

Theres a book about which the tabloids of the left will say nothing, except the most inept of them, which only have words of scorn.

Theres a book the sale and distribution of which is quite possibly forbidden.

Theres a book against which there will be more a conspiracy of silence than of attack.

Isnt it a crying shame that, before any reservations, we cannot praise boldness, courage, ardor? There is a rather striking phrase in Célines book, this book that we will be prevented from discussing.

He announces his invectives as a kind of revolt of the natives.

And I think of those Arab towns-always situated next to a Jewish one-which, from time to time, in a fit of popular anger, throw themselves in fury on the Jewish quarter and plunder it.

We do not want any violence.

But when one has a Jewish Prime Minister, when one sees, clearly and simply, France dominated by the Jews, it also should be understood how this violence is prepared, and what explains it.

I do not even say what legitimates it, I say what explains it.

Have any opinion you want.

On the Jews and on Céline.

We do not agree with him on all points.

But I am telling you: this enormous book, this splendid book, is the first sign of the revolt of the natives.

Perhaps this revolt is excessive, more instinctive than reasonable: after all, the natives are us.

Robert Brasillach.