"Journey to the End of the Night" by Louis-Ferdinand Celine

Journey to the End of the Night is understandably part of the centuries long conversation in literature. The Narrator drew me through a hypnotic trek through the majority of a man's adulthood. Life took him here, there, and mostly everywhere. From the lines of WW1 to Africa, all the way to America and back to France. We follow our hero through bravery, great achievements and character defining experiences but, on the whole, generally just morally questionable, unscrupulously selfish actions. Much the way most people life if they are honest with themselves. This novel felt to me like a hedonist's attempt to deny mortality as long as posssible. When his friend is shot right in front of him, the immediacy of life and it's certain end is finally evident. This was rather depressing but I'm quite glad to have added it to my catalogue of read novels.