As much as I enjoyed the first part dedicated to Jed, the artist, his work and the world in which it operates, as I yawned in the second, a banal thriller, which is not my cup of tea . So I rejoiced to find Jed in the epilogue. The pen is less sharp than in "Extension of the area of the fight," but the optimistic view of a rural tourism and France that survives the crisis surprised me by an author once thought very black. Like what, Houellebecq is surprising and assuremment a great writer.
