Life, says Céline, isn’t a banquet but a butcher’s stall, and each of us is the meat on the hook, dripping away one grey day at a time. Death on the Installment Plan isn’t a novel so much as a splatter of bile, a confession delivered in hysterics, punctuated with ellipses… ellipses… until the very … Continue reading Death on the Installment Plan: A Comedy of Filth and Futility