Not so long ago I ragged on Henry Miller and 'The Air-Conditioned Nightmare' for often being tiresome and just "an old man venting his spleen". Why, then, do I love this book so unreservedly? It's every bit as angry and pessimistic as TACN. Is it just Céline's youth? There's certainly an attendant energy and dark humor. Maybe humor is the key. I love a gleeful cynic, dispensing witticisms as the ship goes down in flames. An all-time favorite.