depression and lucidity of a tender poet ...

Houellebecq has shocked many. No doubt deliberately, which contributed to his notoriety. True, he does not hesitate to employ sometimes (often ...) coarse language, explicit, obscene (nearly twenty years before Beigbeder), reflecting also so hyper-realistic and perfectly plausible the obscenity thoughts and behaviors of characters portrayed, sad our contemporaries. This is not funny and it would be wrong to stop. Basically, Houellebecq is a poet, sensitive and tender that shouts his despair and suffering facing the emptiness of our technique and material society, became a daily hell for ants that we are members of this vast and poor "middle -class "frames (dynamic or not) whose horizon is limited to an alleged academic success and quite silly, professional and social ultimately useless account, but terribly conformist. The end of the class struggle (some claim today revive) with just their disappearance, the end of the proletariat (in any case the working class, because there are cons by increasingly poor) l general rise in the standard of living - which does not prevent the morosité-, proclaimed the benefits of technological progress, etc. did not release the man, do not make him happy. It takes a plane or a car, can communicate with the world at any time since the smart phone or computer said, and has never been alone (Boris Vian had announced in his own way with "domestic arts "). And the liberation of morals do no more makes him happy, what exactly does the title of the book: the area of ​​the fight was that posed formerly by the Marxists in the economic field, sexual liberation has had no effect by Houellebecq that extend to customs, to the emotional and sexual, not just the economic, the scope of evil-beings and miseries. The man is in a state of disrepair and intellectual misery, moral, affective (and sexual, of course) more serious than ever. That is, through this autobiography of a depressed, the situation hopeless Houellebecq. The account is removed, the accuracy of the words and expressions outstanding (excluding service profanity, which have their explanation), clinical description of the depressive state is correct (you can feel the experience), and especially the Houellebecq ridiculous humor is irresistible. The smile, the same acid, or laughter disillusioned, are still the best and perhaps the only possible antidote to survive without the plunge suicide.