This book was my companion during restless moments, and as Selin was herself, she knew how to be influential.....

What could be better than a book that lingers in your mind for a long time.....

It was like a trusted friend that accompanied me through those uneasy times. Selin, with her unique charm and understanding, had the ability to make a significant impact. The book, on the other hand, had a special allure that made it stay in my thoughts for an extended period. It was as if it had a magical hold on my mind, constantly whispering its stories and lessons. I found myself constantly drawn back to it, eager to explore its pages once again. Whether it was during a quiet evening or a busy day, the book was always there, waiting to transport me to another world. It was truly a remarkable experience, and I will always cherish the memories of those moments spent with this wonderful book.

Work doesn't end with getting angry... One must find a way again that takes the whole story and leads to newer angers... But let others come... All, without showing it, are in search of the return of their youth... Just like this!

This text seems to convey a sense of the cyclical nature of emotions and experiences. It suggests that anger is not the end but rather a part of a continuous process. We keep finding new reasons to be angry, perhaps because we are constantly looking for something that has been lost, like our youth. The idea of "letting others come" might imply that we are not alone in this search and that others are also driven by similar desires.

Overall, the text seems to be a reflection on the human condition and our never-ending pursuit of something more. It makes us think about how our emotions and desires shape our lives and how we can find meaning and fulfillment in the midst of it all.

**"Travel to the End of the Night" Review**

This is the first book I've read by Celine, and to confess my love for Celine's pen, reading just the first few chapters was enough! In my opinion, Celine's pen is the most attractive, the most unique, and the most genuine black pen I've read so far. Black, black, black, and nothing else!

I'm glad Mr. Celine that I read at least one of your books before my death, and I hope I have enough life to read your other books.

The book "Travel to the End of the Night" is not an easy one, not only in terms of translation, but also in terms of the interpretation and understanding of the work. Even reading it is not easy. The traveler wants. It becomes a difficult test. Truly, in this regard, it is a journey. A journey full of strength, bitter and black, towards the core issues of human beings everywhere, the issues of life and death, being and non-being, Eros and Thanatos.

No matter how much Mr. "Mehdi Gabraei", the brother of the translator of this book, impressed me with his translations, the late Professor Farhad Gabraei impressed me with his translation. Truly, considering the preface that Professor Gabraei wrote at the beginning of the book and which I placed at the top, I had the expectation of reading a very difficult book, but the translator provided such a fluent text that I enjoyed reading line by line of the book.

I, the humble servant, first of all, as a reader and secondly, as a loyal fan and compatriot, thank them for this excellent translation and wish peace and happiness for their souls.

At the beginning of reading the book, I received a warning from one of my friends who had read Celine's novel "Death on the Installment Plan" that I might encounter censorship, and I also realized at the same time, by comparing the English text of the book that I had prepared with the translation that I had, that only the parts of the book that were about sexual issues were censored, but this censorship was by no means like the censorship of Murakami's works, which I recommend to my friends that they should never read the translations of his books, because fortunately, the censorship did not cause any damage or harm to the content of the book.

Ferdinand Bardamu, the first character in the novel, loves. He goes to war in his youth in the way we read in the book, but very soon, when he faces the realities of war, he decides to escape. This time, after leaving the war, he travels to one of the French colonies in Africa in the way we read in the book, and life there is also not to his liking!

In a strange way, as we read in the book, he travels to America and arrives in New York, and with all the strange events that we read about this journey, but in the end, he is not settled there either, and this time he decides to return to France and...

Black, black, black, and nothing else! This is the whole book. Everything in the book is black, and it didn't matter whether Ferdinand Bardamu, the hero of the book, was in the war or not, whether he fell in love or not, whether he became poor or rich, whether he was alone or in a group, and... We were faced with an absolute blackness, but in my opinion, not every blackness, and the blackness of this book was the most beautiful blackness that I have seen and understood so far.

My fellow thinker with Ferdinand Bardamu was to such an extent that it was even further than when I was reading Murakami's book "Sputnik Sweetheart and the Years of Solitude"!

I confess that I'm still crying about everything! We don't know what made Ferdinand Bardamu cry about everything, but I know why and what made me cry about everything, everyone, and everywhere, and who knows? Maybe he is my past life! Maybe.

I warn my dear friends that if they haven't read the book yet or are not interested, they should refrain from reading the next part of the review, that is, the "Quotation Section", because this section is a collection of many parts of the book and will cause the book to be spoiled.

"We are all in the face of a terrifying void, just like someone who is in the face of pleasure."

"How could I be aware of the existence of such a horror when I was leaving the battlefield of Clichy? Who could see the heavy, heroic, and indifferent hearts of people before facing war?"

"Everyone has a share in war!"

"When someone has no power of imagination, dying is not important to him, but when he has it, it is difficult."

"There are days and months that pass easily, and there are also days that count."

"The disease of lying and believing is like a contagious abscess."

"Everyone mourns for the passage of time in some way."

"To make others think you are smart, nothing is needed but a head. As long as you are full of it, almost anything is possible for you, anything. You have a majority for yourself, and your majority determines what is crazy and what is not."

"Letting go of life is much easier than letting go of love! The desire for love is an inevitable exercise like the desire to sting a person's body."

"The rich people of Paris live next to each other. Their neighborhood is like a slice of the city's cake, with its tip pointing downward and its base revolving between the trees between the Pont Neuf and the Porte de la Tournelle. This is the best part of the city, and the rest is flaccid and heavy."

"Love is like alcohol. The more powerless and drunk you become, the more you think you are stronger, more capable, and more confident in your rights."

"There are two different types of people in the world, the rich and the poor. Like many others, it took me twenty years of age plus war to learn to stay in my place and to ask the price of things and people before reaching out to them and especially before being caught by them."

"For poor people, there are two good ways to die, either as a result of the absolute indifference of humanity during peace, or as a result of the eagerness of this same humanity for killing during war."

"Nothing is worse than war."

"My mother said: Fire purifies everything!"

"A mother has said something for every situation of the times, you just have to find the right thing to say for the occasion."

"My mother asked me to take care of my health, just as she used to tell me during the war. Certainly, even if I had a wooden leg, she would have asked me why I had taken off my overcoat."

"Believing in people is itself a form of death."

"For the poor, the bottom of the barrel is a kind of gold mine."

"Beauty is like alcohol and prosperity. A person gets used to it and passes by it indifferently."

"If there is a local accent in love, loving children is safer than loving adults, because you always have at least the excuse that they may become more noble in the future. But who knows?"

"People take revenge on you for the service you do for them."

"When you have surrendered from the bottom of your heart to any inability, you also enjoy it."

"Medicine is also a kind of swindling. When you are in the service of the rich, you become their servant, and when you are among the poor, it is like being a thief."

"The cries you hear are always accompanied by other cries that you don't hear or don't understand."

"When a person knows what his situation is, what pain do words cause? Only the pain of giving."

"Growing old means not finding a role to play with passion, means falling into a tasteless vacation during which you are waiting for nothing but death."

"There are moments when you become completely alone and reach the end of everything that may happen to you. This is the end of the world. Anger itself, your anger, is no longer an answer, and you must turn back, among people, whoever you want to be."

"When your flabby Popeye's leg becomes like a log, what's the point of this step and that step? Silence and then closing the door is more reasonable than anything else."

"People only tolerate serious things on the surface. Epidemics end when the microbes become tired of their own poison."

"Life is a classic that its spectator is boredom. You have to stand there all the time that it has you under its gaze. You have to pretend that your head is busy with something, at any cost, with something very interesting, otherwise it will get bored and take a bite out of you."

"There were times when we had passed our sixties. Our sixties were fading away towards the shores of the past, towards those cruel shores, a little bit mixed with sadness. It didn't even bother to turn back and take another look at those shores."

"Happiness in this world lies in dying with pleasure, that is, within pleasure... The rest is nothing, it is fear that does not go away, it is decision-making and art."

"When you try to become one with the rich with the help of lies, that is, the only asset of the poor, then you get out of the shell of the humiliations of your daily life."

"Everyone finds reasons to escape from their own flabbiness, and each of us finds a way to achieve our goal in the existing conditions. Congratulations to those who are content with their slums."

"Never believe someone's misfortune right away. Ask if they can afford it or not? If the answer is positive, everything is fine. That's enough."

"Let others say and think whatever they want, but the truth is that life abandons us even before we abandon it forever."

"When someone is in a state of Socrates, he has a lot of expectations. The need for oneself is not enough. You have to grab it while dying, you have to grab it with your last breaths."

"People who are dying don't grab enough, so they struggle. They want more and protest. This is a flabby comedy that wants to continue from life to death."

I mean 5 stars for this book without any mercy and charity, and I recommend reading this book to those who like the black pen.

I have uploaded the PDF file of the book with the translation of Professor Farhad Gabraei and also the EPUB file of the book in English in the Telegram channel, and if you need, you can download them from the following links.

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Fifteen years it has been sitting on my bookshelves, and finally, I get around to reading it. This is a little bit sad, really. Because fifteen years ago, I would have adored this book. Back then, I firmly believed that bitter misanthropy and self-indulgent misery were the only true lenses through which humanity should be viewed. Of course, I was in high school at the time, and it was a boarding school at that, so that kind of explains it.

At age thirty-two, "Journey to the End of the Night" sits somewhat differently with me. Ferdinand Bardamu's miserable picaresque travails seem more absurd than sympathetic. I read him as foolish, vain, and naive, prone to rattling off world-weary grand pronouncements about the state of civilization. The sort of nihilist one-liners you might expect to find scrawled on the back of a bathroom door in the French Department at your local state university. I'm not entirely sure whether Celine intended his narrator to be a humorous character. Maybe he did. But the overarching, unmitigated darkness and misery of the book is so one-note after about page 100 that I found myself wondering if it wasn't some elaborate prank, a self-satire. And every now and then, I would get a hint of this. Bardamu's Kafka-esque journey to Africa, during which he manages to incur the wrath of every other person on the ship for no reason and barely escapes capital punishment at the hands of a vigilante posse headed up by evil women. His journey out of Africa in the throes of malarial hallucinations (by far, my favorite part of the book... I had such high hopes when the Princess of Spain showed up) and subsequent job as a flea-counter at Ellis Island. And the ever-elusive Robinson.

What's frustrating is that parts of this book were brilliant. The language was frequently stunning. Some of the secondary characters were memorable. And maybe it's just that I've grown jaded (though not as jaded as Bardamu) with age. Celine's influence has been substantial. Sartre, Kerouac, Heller, Vonnegut, Robbe-Grillet, Burroughs, and Bukowski count him as a significant influence. And I've read those authors. I even like a couple of them (though Burroughs and Kerouac are two of the most overrated authors in the history of literature and Bukowski is, simply, a complete fucking joke... more on that later). Maybe it's just that having read all that followed, I am no longer able to appreciate the "genius" of the original. Or perhaps that's better expressed this way: A lot of what is good about "Journey to the End of the Night" is better when Beckett writes it.

# Journey to the End of the Night
# Louis Ferdinand Celine
# Farhad Ghobari
533 pages, 100,000 Tomans
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One day, I decide that regarding the things that I have the most passion for in daily life, I will speak less and less, word by word. And when this task is necessary, of course, it also takes a lot of effort. You even lose your mind from hearing your own words. You speak less, you hold back!
No longer does your heart want to be right with you. No longer even the small place of pleasure that you had set aside for yourself among the pleasures disappears. You become alienated from yourself...
To regain interest, it is necessary to adopt new expressions for yourself in the presence of others, but you do not have the ability to make a change in your performances! Of course, again you turn to tricks and excuses and other things so that you can stay among your friends, but death is also there, death is standing beside you! The only things that remain valuable for you are small angers...
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The story of the book starts from a place where Ferdinand, in a café with his friend, is engaged in a conversation about the French government and war policies. Right in the middle of this discussion, when he is kicked out of the café, Ferdinand, out of confusion, goes to prove himself to his friend with enthusiasm and excitement, and at the time of registration! The journey to the end of the night for Ferdinand starts from here...
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In life, all of us have books that we are proud to read, a book that divides our life before and after reading it. This book is definitely among that list for me!
It was a difficult, painful, bitter, truly black and shocking book. If I say that while reading this book, I became somewhat sad, it's not an exaggeration!
This book transformed me, made me melancholy, and confronted me with angles that I had not seen before. The whole time of reading it was bitter, and I couldn't catch my breath. Ferdinand's thoughts didn't comfort me, and it's not far-fetched that he will never let go!
Many times I put myself in Ferdinand's place, understood him, gave him the right, and truly grew up while reading it.
The book has a very good translation. It has a hard cover, and there is no legal copy. That's why it's hard to get.
To read this book, your mind must truly be ready. The book is not difficult to read, but it is extremely bitter and requires concentration, spirit, and energy!
According to the translator: Reading this book is not easy. The traveler wants to travel, remains in a difficult test. Truly, in this regard, it is a journey. A journey of strength, bitter, black, inward, towards the fundamental issues of humanity!
Give yourself time to read it and set aside time for it because it is a book that must be read more than once, and I promise that it will be among the most influential books in your life.
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Read it, and goodbye.

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Huge crush!

We have said so badly about Celine that I refused to read it for a long time. Then, I finally wanted to make up my mind. Hateful, Celine? Certainly, but not in "Voyage au bout de la nuit." On the contrary, in this work, he dismantles one by one the mechanisms that lead to hatred with ruthless clarity. The character's problem is that, by way of provocation and an odious provocation, I admit, he ended up falling into the ways he denounces. There are no illusions about human nature, no frills, no indulgence in a pseudo-fraternity. Instead, there are attempts to take a step back from what destroys the human being and try to learn to live despite it or instead with it. There is a contradictory mix between despair and the desire to live against all odds in this flayed man, which I find magnificent and could help most of us. Because it is not to veil the eyes that make progress but to look things in the face and laugh about them if one can, I think Celine's outlook on life will stay with me for a long time. "Journey to the End of the Night" is a great book.

Too bad for "political correctness"! The truth, not the lie, helps us. It is important to face the harsh realities of human nature and society, as Celine does in his work. By doing so, we can gain a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us, and perhaps even find a way to live more meaningfully.

This is an extremely cool book that offers a great reading experience.

It is bold in its approach, presenting ideas and concepts that are truly unique.

The story or content within the book is fascinating, captivating the reader's attention from start to finish.

However, it should be noted that this book is not for everyone.

Its boldness and uniqueness may be too much for some readers to handle, while others will be completely enthralled by it.

Overall, it is a book that stands out from the crowd and is definitely worth checking out for those who are looking for something different and exciting to read.

Whether you love it or hate it, there is no denying that this book makes an impact and leaves a lasting impression.

So, if you are up for a challenge and want to explore a world of bold and unique ideas, then this book is definitely for you.

Give it a try and see for yourself what all the fuss is about.

Description of an ugly face and real life without makeup and censorship by the great pen of Salman in this touching and painful work.

Ferdinand Salman in this novel, as if with several punches and blows of an American hook, wakes up the reader of the book in the boxing ring of life from a sweet dream and imagination and fantasy, and tells the reader that the life of most of us humans, contrary to the perception and sweet imagination like the world of stylish and attractive commercial advertisements, is not like that. Instead, it is full of failures and disappointments... full of efforts and not reaching and not happening... full of helplessness and despair and loneliness... full of happenings and events that later we say to ourselves, "If only it couldn't have happened" and we suffer from its disappointments...

That in the struggle of life and difficulties, sometimes even at the peak or culmination, we have a wonderful hope and delusion for salvation and deliverance, but it is a false thought, that this world and life and its miseries are not all there is.

This book should be read when you have read many novels so that you can endure the sting and taste the bitterness, because it is difficult to read and bitter, and reading this novel once is absolutely not enough.

Quotes from the book:

There are moments when you become completely alone and reach the end of everything that might happen to you. This is the end of the world. Yourself is angry. Your anger is no longer an answer, and you have to turn back, among the people, whoever you want to be. In such moments, you are not hard on yourself, because even for the sake of shedding tears, you have to turn back to the beginning of everything, to where all the others are.

**Title: An Overview of "Journey to the End of the Night" and Its Editions**

"Journey to the End of the Night" is a remarkable work that has captivated readers. The 1952 Gallimard Edition comes with a preface that provides valuable insights into the book.

This preface likely offers context, background information, or perhaps an analysis of the novel's themes and significance.

Additionally, the book includes a glossary, which is extremely useful for readers to understand any unfamiliar terms or concepts within the text.

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Poesy of twilight is nevertheless poetry…

The sunsets in that African hell proved to be truly fabulous. They were a daily spectacle that never failed to amaze. Each time, it was as tragic as a monumental murder of the sun! But this marvel was too great for a single man to fully comprehend. For a whole hour, the sky paraded in great delirious spurts of scarlet from one end to the other. After that, the green of the trees seemed to explode and rise up in quivering trails to meet the first stars. Then, the entire horizon turned gray again and then red, but this time it was a tired red that didn't last long. And that was the end. All the colors fell back down on the forest in tatters, like streamers after the hundredth performance. It happened every day at exactly six o'clock.

Despite its pessimistic darkness, Journey to the End of the Night is filled with refined decadent romanticism.

“Take the highway to the end of the night. End of the night, end of the night. Take a journey to the bright midnight” – Jim Morrison.

Journey to the End of the Night served as an inspiration to numerous rock musicians, poets, and writers. Who among them didn't wish to embark on their own journey to the end of the night? And who among the readers didn't have the same desire?

“Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony.”

Journey to the End of the Night is surreal and picturesque, but it isn't a journey for everyone. For many creative minds, it was a one-way journey.

“This is a journey to the edge of the night, I've got no companions, only Céline's on my side. Don't need nothing from no one. The needle's in the red – nothing to lose, everything's dead” – Rowland S. Howard.

‎...ذَٰلِكَ الْكِتَابُ لَا رَيْبَ ۛ فِيهِ ۛ هُدًى لِّلْمُتَّقِينَ...
This is the Book in which there is no doubt, a guidance for those who are pious.

اما سلینه عزیز.
But O dear Selin.

إِنَّ الَّذِينَ كَفَرُوا سَوَاءٌ عَلَيْهِمْ أَأَنذَرْتَهُمْ أَمْ لَمْ تُنذِرْهُمْ لَا يُؤْمِنُونَ
Verily, those who disbelieve, it is the same for them whether you warn them or do not warn them, they will not believe.

‏? Do you under stand
Do you understand?

مرد حسابی بعضیا اصلا سفر به انتهای شب نخوندن!
Some people of wealth do not even travel until the end of the night!

خَتَمَ اللَّهُ عَلَىٰ قُلُوبِهِمْ وَعَلَىٰ سَمْعِهِمْ ۖ وَعَلَىٰ أَبْصَارِهِمْ غِشَاوَةٌ ۖ وَلَهُمْ عَذَابٌ عَظِيمٌ...
Allah has set a seal upon their hearts and upon their hearing, and over their eyes is a covering. And for them is a great punishment.

که اینطور ...
That's the way it is...

جسارتا این آدمها کی هستن پس؟؟؟؟
So what is the courage of these people?

...فِي قُلُوبِهِم مَّرَضٌ فَزَادَهُمُ اللَّهُ مَرَضًا ۖ...
There is a disease in their hearts, so Allah has increased their disease.

حتی حتی حتی به جرات میتونم بگم...
Even, even, I dare to say...

...أَلَا إِنَّهُمْ هُمُ السُّفَهَاءُ وَلَـٰكِن لَّا يَعْلَمُونَ...
Verily, they are the fools, but they do not know.

پس سفیه هستن ،که اینطور ...اینا رو ولش در مورد کتابت حرف بزن پلیز...
So they are foolish, that's why... Please talk about these people regarding your book.

هُوَ الَّذِي... أَنزَلَ ..عَلَيْكَ الْكِتَابَ... مِنْهُ آيَاتٌ... مُّحْكَمَاتٌ هُنَّ أُمُّ الْكِتَابِ ...وَأُخَرُ مُتَشَابِهَاتٌ... ۖ فَأَمَّا الَّذِينَ فِي قُلُوبِهِمْ زَيْغٌ فَيَتَّبِعُونَ... مَا تَشَابَهَ مِنْهُ ابْتِغَاءَ الْفِتْنَةِ... وَابْتِغَاءَ تَأْوِيلِهِ... ۗ وَمَا يَعْلَمُ تَأْوِيلَهُ إِلَّا اللَّهُ ...ۗ وَالرَّاسِخُونَ فِي... الْعِلْمِ يَقُولُونَ آمَنَّا... بِهِ كُلٌّ مِّنْ عِندِ رَبِّنَا... ۗ وَمَا يَذَّكَّرُ إِلَّا أُولُو الْأَلْبَابِ...
He it is Who has sent down to you the Book. In it are Verses that are entirely clear, they are the mother of the Book, and others that are not entirely clear. So as for those in whose hearts there is a deviation, they follow that which is not entirely clear of it, seeking Al-Fitnah (polytheism and trials, etc.), and seeking for its hidden meanings, but none knows its hidden meanings save Allah. And those who are firmly grounded in knowledge say: "We believe in it; the whole of it (clear and unclear Verses) are from our Lord." And none receive admonition except men of understanding.

پس که اینطور...
So that's the way it is...

راستی منظورت از این فی قلوبهم زیغ!
Really, the meaning of this is that there is a deviation in their hearts!

سارتر و این کصشعراست؟؟؟
Is Sartre and this story true?

كَدَأْبِ... آلِ فِرْعَوْنَ وَالَّذِينَ مِن ...قَبْلِهِمْ ۚ كَذَّبُوا بِآيَاتِنَا
Like the people of Pharaoh and those before them, they denied Our signs.

اشکال نداره ایشالا تو اتیش جهنم بسوزه هرکی سلین جونمو نپسنده اممممم
There is no doubt that whoever does not send Selin will burn in the fire of Hell.

سلین جون تو پیامبر خودمی عشقم...
Selin, you are my beloved prophet...

وَمَا أَرْسَلْنَا مِن رَّسُولٍ إِلَّا ...بِلِسَانِ قَوْمِهِ لِيُبَيِّنَ لَهُمْ ..ۖ
And We sent no messenger except with the language of his people in order to make (things) clear for them.

یعنی چی ؟؟؟؟یعنی فقط برا فرانسویا هستی؟؟؟
What does that mean? Does it mean that you are only for the French?

نکنه اصلا پیامبر نیستی فاکی؟؟؟
No, you are not a prophet at all, are you?

بَشَرٌ مِّثْلُكُمْ
A human being like you.

درد و مرضو مثلکم، عوضی اشغال
With pain and illness like you, with different occupations.

حرف اخرتو بگو و گمشو از زندگیم پلیز...
Say your last word and disappear from my life, please...

...قُل لئِنِ اجتَمَعَتِ الاِنسُ والجِنُّ عَلى اَن يَأتوا بِمِثلِ ...
Say: "If mankind and the jinn were together to produce the like of this Qur'an, they could not produce the like thereof, even if they helped one another."

Travelling at the End of the Night was one of the best works I read this year. The author takes the first-person character on a long journey, a journey with the aim of getting out of the darkness (although this goal never leads anywhere). The darkness, like the gloom of the night casting a shadow over the stars and the powder of human life, has affected human life since ancient times and it seems that no end can be imagined for it. War, colonialism, investment, poverty, vices, selfishness, and so on are only part of the topics dealt with in this novel. The beginning of the story was very attractive to me. The author, who has brought the first-person character from her life to the stars, enters her into an endless journey, a journey for which no reason can be found except the momentary anger and frenzy of an individual and her irrevocable decision to go to the heart of the darkness. The book had a proper charm and rhythm, and as we approach the end of the work, the charm of the story increases. The translation of the work is smooth and appropriate, and the book is full of sentences that will always echo in the corner of a person's mind. In my opinion, the score of this book is at least 4.5.

"Let others say and think whatever they want, but the reality is that life abandons us even before we abandon it forever."