I have no ideas, myself! not a one! there's nothing more vulgar, more common, more disgusting than ideas! libraries are loaded with them! and every sidewalk cafe!...the impotent are bloated with ideas!....and philosophers!...that's their trade turning out ideas!...they dazzle youth with ideas! they play the pimp!...and youth is ever ready, as you know, Professor, to gobble up anything, to go ooh! and ah! by the numbers! how those pimps have an easy job of it! the passionate years of youth are spent gettinng a hard on and gargling ideeaas!...philosophies, if you prefer!...yes sir, philosophies! youth loves sham just as young dogs love those sticks, like bones, that we throw and they run after! they race forward, yipping away, wasting their time, that's the main thing!..so just look around at all the imposters endlessly playing their games, tossinng their little sticks, their empty philosopher sticks...and youth moaning in ectasy, trembling with delight!...so grateful!...the pimps know what it takes! ideeaas, and still more ideeaas! syntheses! and cerebral mutations!... Celine is controversial and influential writer. His work influenced writers like Henry Miller, Jack Kerouac, Ken Kessey, and William Burroughs. He was controversial over his views, such as his antisemitism and support of fascism. This book is not one of his most revered, but expresses some of his unique style. In fact, the book primarily is an essay on his views about writing. Showing no hesitation to express praise for himself, the author creates a conversation between two men which allow for a lecture on writing. The book has its moments and is worth reading. Because it is short, it keeps from getting too one dimensional for too long.
To Celine, writing should be wild and free-form. It must express emotions and be raw. He does that and it is quite entertaining at times.
