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Blaise Cendrars (1887-1961) was already a comet in European letters when the First World War shattered his body and reordered his art. He enlisted in the French Foreign Legion in 1914, fought at the Somme and the Marne, and on 28 September 1915 lost the lower half of his right arm--his writing hand. From this unthinkable fact he forged a new method and a new music.
I Killed (1918) is Cendrars's first published account from the trenches: a lean, shocking "prose" (his word) whose rhythm mimics the ternary cadence of the barrage. The text refuses theatrics. It anatomizes dehumanization--the drift from "we" to "I," the reduction of persons to numbers and parts, the obscene efficiency of industrial slaughter. Its famous closing scene, the knife-to-knife kill, is not a boast but an accusation: against the systems that turn a poet into "an ape," and against the poet himself.
I Bled (1938) looks back through hospitals and aftermaths. Where I Killed compresses the attack into a blaze of images,
I Bled lingers: the Ford ambulances shimmying through craters; Sister Philomène's startled piety; Nurse Adrienne's ferocious competence; the little Landes shepherd with seventy-two shrapnel wounds; the trepanned artilleryman relearning speech. Cendrars's gift is to make each scene particular and mythic at once--balancing report with vision, memory with the raw present tense of pain.
Framed here with a concise preface and notes,
I Killed & I Bled remains modernist, unsentimental, scorching. It is war writing that neither flatters nor absolves--language held, against extinction, like Orion over a blacked-out city.
About the author
Blaise Cendrars (1887-1961) was a Swiss-French poet, novelist, editor, and tireless modernist. A volunteer in the French Foreign Legion during the First World War, he lost his right hand in 1915 and taught himself to write left-handed. His books--
La Prose du Transsibérien,
Moravagine,
La main coupée--made him one of the twentieth century's most intrepid and original voices.
