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Au régal des vermines
Premier livre d’un jeune révolté d’une vingtaine d’années. Bréviaire incandescent pour survivre dans toute époque mortifère.
282 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1985
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December 18, 2022
This is pamphleting/cultural and intellectual trolling at its highest peaks. Enough with your average-basement-dweller-fedora-wearer-black-pilled-incel-rightoid-mass-shooter-eternal-masturbator and his "cringe" fascination with the literarry joke of "Bronze age mindset". If you want a real running gag, fiery prose and the ultimate edgelordism then my boi Marc Édouard Nabe is the one.
Nabe is a very controversial french writer. Most of his stuff is now out of print because he resorted to self publishing and he is ig ostracized by the french literary elite. To think that the hack Houellebecq is presented as the enfant terrible of the french literary scene, while been so close to the literary and political elite(Sarkozy and shitlord Beigbeder to list a few), is baffling to me. The real person who merits such title is hands down Nabe.
"Au régal des vermines" or "At the feast of vermins", is Nabe's first book. Its a satirical pamphlet and semi autobiography. In it, the writer is embodying the persona of the ultimate edgelord contrarian. Everyone get a taste of his anal excavated secretions: the literary elite, the jews, mass pop culture, consumerism, gays, feminists, rock music etc. While also not providing any reactionary ideal or alternative, quite the contrary, you find him going in a long tangent on how the "negro" is more superior than whites. In fact, he wishes all white ppl-including himself- to be sodomized by black ppl.
In a part he trash talks feminism, then go on a tirade, enumerating the ultimate superiority of bimbofication.
He smears jews with shit, then mocks nazis.
He spits fires on the homos, then despises macho masculinity and finds pride in his effeminate "sissy" nature.
We also have long discussions on the merits of Bloy, Sade, Céline and Rebatet and how the lit elite had totally missed the point abt them grâce à pc culture. Also, if you wanna read a tract on how jazz music is the best music out there and how the negro is the only reason behind anything even remotely worthwhile in Amerikan Kulture, then this should be your schtick.
Ok we get it, he is a troll, you say. Then why are you recommending this to us? Well, as form purist, I found this work a linguistic extravaganza. The way he mixes english, french, slang, high brow sophistication, flowery prose, raw cold obscenities and idiomatic terms from his creation etc, is totally mind blowing. Yea its quite a linguistic experience.
Nabe is a very controversial french writer. Most of his stuff is now out of print because he resorted to self publishing and he is ig ostracized by the french literary elite. To think that the hack Houellebecq is presented as the enfant terrible of the french literary scene, while been so close to the literary and political elite(Sarkozy and shitlord Beigbeder to list a few), is baffling to me. The real person who merits such title is hands down Nabe.
"Au régal des vermines" or "At the feast of vermins", is Nabe's first book. Its a satirical pamphlet and semi autobiography. In it, the writer is embodying the persona of the ultimate edgelord contrarian. Everyone get a taste of his anal excavated secretions: the literary elite, the jews, mass pop culture, consumerism, gays, feminists, rock music etc. While also not providing any reactionary ideal or alternative, quite the contrary, you find him going in a long tangent on how the "negro" is more superior than whites. In fact, he wishes all white ppl-including himself- to be sodomized by black ppl.
In a part he trash talks feminism, then go on a tirade, enumerating the ultimate superiority of bimbofication.
He smears jews with shit, then mocks nazis.
He spits fires on the homos, then despises macho masculinity and finds pride in his effeminate "sissy" nature.
We also have long discussions on the merits of Bloy, Sade, Céline and Rebatet and how the lit elite had totally missed the point abt them grâce à pc culture. Also, if you wanna read a tract on how jazz music is the best music out there and how the negro is the only reason behind anything even remotely worthwhile in Amerikan Kulture, then this should be your schtick.
Ok we get it, he is a troll, you say. Then why are you recommending this to us? Well, as form purist, I found this work a linguistic extravaganza. The way he mixes english, french, slang, high brow sophistication, flowery prose, raw cold obscenities and idiomatic terms from his creation etc, is totally mind blowing. Yea its quite a linguistic experience.
October 10, 2015
Du très bon. J'avais commencé avec "Lucette" (sorti en 1995 et réédité par Gallimard en poche en 2012) parce que c'est le premier que j'avais trouvé en librairie et le plus "accessible", disons. Je me suis procuré ce livre 1 ou 2 mois plus tard après quelques recherches... Bref.
Après avoir terminé ce livre cet après-midi je suis sur le cul. La manière de Nabe d'évoquer son amour pour le Jazz, Monk, les femmes, Céline, Rebatet et d'autres thèmes qu'il traite dans ce bouquin est juste génial. Le bouquin ne manque pas non plus d'humour. Il évoque aussi la relation qu'il tient avec ses parents et avec un amour nommé Hélène Hache qu'il a rencontré dans le train.
On remarquera que Nabe cite quelques passages de son livre dans la fameuse émission d'Apostrophe de '85.
Une écriture acide mais efficace ça vous donne une envie de lire d'autres de ses "œuvres" un mot qui par ailleurs, déteste.
Après avoir terminé ce livre cet après-midi je suis sur le cul. La manière de Nabe d'évoquer son amour pour le Jazz, Monk, les femmes, Céline, Rebatet et d'autres thèmes qu'il traite dans ce bouquin est juste génial. Le bouquin ne manque pas non plus d'humour. Il évoque aussi la relation qu'il tient avec ses parents et avec un amour nommé Hélène Hache qu'il a rencontré dans le train.
On remarquera que Nabe cite quelques passages de son livre dans la fameuse émission d'Apostrophe de '85.
Une écriture acide mais efficace ça vous donne une envie de lire d'autres de ses "œuvres" un mot qui par ailleurs, déteste.
March 9, 2018
First "novel" from French enfant terrible, Alain Zanini aka Marc Édouard Nabe. French articulate white kid into American black culture, Fascist literature, and autobiographical fiction. The thing reads like a fanzine on Thelonious Monk, Louis-Ferdinand Céline, and the author's friends and family. The main idea driving the text is that the duty of the writer is to express his take on the World and it must come through an individual perspective, a psychological analysis, and a description of one's main obsessions.
I like how young it feels, and never naive. His love of jazz music reveals a mind attuned to the beauty and poetry of "groove" aka swing. The portrait of his parents is poetic and heartbreaking. Very seductive, in the way he weaves arguments to validate the importance of his interests. His passion is infectious. Makes you wanna read and write more.
I like how young it feels, and never naive. His love of jazz music reveals a mind attuned to the beauty and poetry of "groove" aka swing. The portrait of his parents is poetic and heartbreaking. Very seductive, in the way he weaves arguments to validate the importance of his interests. His passion is infectious. Makes you wanna read and write more.
January 20, 2025
Pamphlet, autobiographie, « révolte contre le monde moderne », mais qu’est vraiment Au régal des vermines ? Un saut à pied joint dans une flaque de boue, salissant ceux osant timidement s’approcher de la fausse candeur qui se dégage de l’écrivain, mais un saut terriblement cathartique, tant Nabe s’affirme en réaction au non-soi. C’est dans l’existence à la fois du génie et du médiocre qu’il s’inspire pour écrire des pages dégueulasses de joie, pourries d’amour. Entre portraits de Céline, Monk ou Bloy, et déclaration d’amour aux Salopes qui font le monde, Nabe, bien qu’un brin irrévérencieux, fait resortir de son livre la beauté cachée du monde, là où on ne l’attendait plus : dans l’extraordinaire et dans l’ordinaire.
September 6, 2025
a mourir de rire
January 25, 2016
Que de haine... mais générale et sans concession. Une réflexion intéressante, souvent provocatrice et parfois dérangeante dans sa réalité sous-jacente.
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