Louis-Ferdinand CÉLINE. 3 L.A.S. "Destouches", "LF" and "Louis", [Meudon January-August 1955], to Robert Le Vigan; 1pages and a half, 4 and 2pages in-4 (the 1st with his ink stamp). Unpublished letters to the actor. January 11. "My old friend. I don't know what your lot is over there... ours here is more than miserable... nothing lacks, cold, hatred everywhere, sickness, poverty, future: zero! [...] I left everything in Denmark, Mikkelsen and the others shook it all up, vaporized it! nothing to say.... Here, Gallimard (director Hirsch) is choking me to death... I'm not selling anything! Medicine? I'm posted all over Meudon as a traitor, pornographer etc. total: zero patients! Ah, how good it would be to be a mammoth, cold for cold, caught in the ice... we'd be out in 20 centuries, all this well-drained rabble"... May 4. "I'm writing big and cakey mainly because I'm in a lot of pain with my right arm (mutilated 75%). I send you the beautiful echoes of Vranze. The schmout question no longer arises - everything is schmout. 100% - the natives are stooges, drunks, drunkards, and much stingier than a schmout; they don't read anything, they drive, everyone has their own car like in the USA, luxury, dough, comfort, domestic art - absolute materialism, mental morons all men and women - vacations, vacations - they only talk about vacations"... He saw Michel Simon and Arletty: "they're absolutely convinced that in 3 years of filming here you'd make a fortune - that all the producers want you, including one named Becker. It's all schmaltz, it's true, but it's so accepted, so understood, that you don't see any reaction. There's no resistance, no resistors, no conflict. It goes without saying. Yesterday I went to hear Simon and Arletty read Le Voyage on LP - the whole studio was schmout - very civil, very polite, very friendly - I was very well received - like redskin is received in the U.S. - an ancestor!" He sinks into misery: "Young people have never heard of my bears. Absolute silence. [...] For you it's different - you didn't write Bagatelle, and your presence and genius can be used to pump up Lazareff's films, which are floundering for lack of real artists. [...] Me and Lucette will end it when we run out of ravioli - with the animals - 6 dogs 2 cats 2 turtles - no fuss? Salut Patrie de larbins donneurs fumiers! Homeland of J. d'Arc and Vercingétorix! Usine à Cauchons! [...] My good tubercular polemicist Albert Paraz is in the clinic [...] Another one to go!"... August 30. "I no longer sell a book, sabotaged as I am by orders from the Lica at all the booksellers and by my own publisher Gallimard semi youtron - and whose store is youtre 100 p 100 et coco et mascaille et pedoc et culbenite. All the right chapels - and all to strangle me absolutely. In medicine: 0 - I'm too old and sabotaged by the same cliques - Coco posters: traitor, porn, anti-Semite - nothing missing [...] The very rare sick ones I treat by eye. Lucette's studio costs us 2 million - we'll never get it back - but it saves her from despair. [...] 62, cherries, son! I'd be all right if I wasn't damned by this faggot who'd put me into a trance at my age to spread a story that everyone would give a shit about, of course... they'd give a shit and I wouldn't give a shit!... but the gas bill? the electricity? the noodles? I feel like one of those old Medrano acrobats who can't wait to get up to 25 m. and do balancing acts... it's so boring! boring!"...