Reading this novel fluid style, I thought reading a book on ethnography a distant society, as what is described is foreign to me. Houellebecq lives on a planet apart. His books arouse scandal because they call into question lifestyles adopted by those who now hold the reins of power and control of the media, that breathe-righteousness and resulted in limited words, those who make sure that people are no longer as isolated individuals each other by oceans of misunderstanding, elementary particles. Houellebecq force to look behind the curtain of smoke, and it is unpleasant, it scratches, it makes the heart ache. In this novel, was an overdose of buttock, descends in glandular depths, wetlands, human swamp. This is not really brilliant. It is black, caustic, and the reader has many temptations to close this novel that revolves around the navel or even lower. In this, Houellebecq stresses the lack of empathy in our individualistic society, shouts this flagrant lack of love that makes the beings roll without caution on the death boulevard rode and collide and get damaged in the end race.
A lucid novel and dark at once.
Watchman