Surrealism is not a thing of the past, a relic commited to the asylum of the museum (which, in conjunction with the Hegelian thesis concerning art, and a point which I shall return to below, Surrealism is not an art movement, a mere moment in the history of the arts). As I have written before, elsewhere, surrealism remains in a sense still before us, yet to come. Surrealism is oriented towards opening up the possibility for the coming of futurity itself.
Attendant to this is the other point which Breton continually stressed, and which Nadeau does well to repeat as a refrain throughout his history - that Surrealism is a movement of thought, and not of art or literature. Literature and the arts are means, and not the end, of the surrealist enterprise. For the end is the derangement of thought (to rephrase Rimbaud), which is to say to maddeningly expose thought to what it cannot (re)cognize and appropriate. This incites the collapse of conscious reality in its distinction from the dream or the unconscious affectation - it opens up the rupture of creative and destructive forces which are as though the absent origin (the originary absence) from whence thought springs.
Nadeau's work, then, contextualizes the scene in which this originary rupture, this perpetual, disclosive disturbance, was first thematized and explored in an active manner. Surrealism, as a movement, sought a revolution in life and in thought. Unfortunately, the difficulty of this transformation was never taken up, and the movement languished, lapsing into what is paradoxically taken to be its highest point and producing its most popular adherents (Dali, for example - who betrays the revolutionary commitment to transformative thought and disturbance by succumbing to the capitalist avidity for wealth and fame). Perhaps, in one of the obscure twists of fate, Surrealism had to die as a movement so as to set loose the disruptive forces that threatened to become subsumed and appropriated by the world-sustaining and staticizing forces that manifest themselves through capitalism and society. Dying, so as to renew itself, purifying itself as contaminative agent of contagion, as epidemic perversion, in order to spread its influence and its effect.
Surrealism remains ever before us, awaiting and inciting a release from repression so as to shatter the ego, the self, and rebaptise experience and thought in the subversive name of neutral anonymity.