The World as Will and impossible love

Let's start with a paradox: it is particularly surprising nowadays a writer can know such a massive success with ideas from both of Schopenhauer's pessimism (in this world is worse than suffering at best bourgeois boredom) and positivism (it is possible to improve man through science and technology), two great ideas we thought moribund nineteenth after the attacks of the twentieth century!
Then add that reading the novel was largely obscured by its "critical reception", everyone from his little revenge ("hot" in the case of poor Onfray, "cold" in the case of Beigbeder), while others made up the sauce around the tiresome "Houellebecq scandal" of his sympathy for the Raelians, a transfer from Gallimard Fayard (or how Houellebecq became Zidane!) etc etc.
Finally be noted that once again, the last humanist, the last believers and moralists of modesty hardly will like this book: the main thesis of this novel is the overcoming of man ... old hobby Nietzschean, but here it is indeed exceed a "species" in human "disappearing" anyway: the great achievement of this book is that at a time when we no longer speaks ecology or disappearance of the "nature", Houellebecq the contrary, speaks of the sad end and necessary to the main species: the human species, and its rebirth into a new species, "neo-human" .Entremêlée that argument very "SF", There are also, There are above all, a long meditation on love: can we love someone we like ... a dog? Love is it reduced to physical love, that is to say in contact with two skins? It is in this mediation that Houellebecq intercalates the most poetic passages of his book (sometimes in verse by the way), the most heartbreaking same. Unquestionably, it is the radical newness of this book: it is also, it is mainly a desperate love song!