A somewhat Houellebecque to describe social or sexual life of the protagonists, without any concessions, with coldness and rigor of a forensic Jacques Laurent dissects behaviors same thing when it comes to analyzing our existence dedicated to consumption, but also pertinent comments on art, architecture, or seemingly unimportant details that mark the quotidien.On find this look, so disturbing because sometimes terribly in tune with reality as we think hide to others. At the turn of a phrase it puts us in front of our contradictions, shameful desires, impulses immediately repressed by education or social polish. Never the author condemns evil, we must give it a name, it remains an inexplicable weakness, the result of ongoing suffering, shortages and repressed instincts. The characters and that is why that have like, may overcome their depravity make their allied take them and live.
