I havent read oeuvre by the Houellebecq in chronological order, but it's equal; Platform offers the same literary techniques. A disillusioned and lonely figure trudging along his sharp eye on the contemporary world, mocking ethno-sociologist. There Houellebecq sen takes mass tourism and sexual, multiplies sex scenes spooky, theorizes about modern woman leave him tokens, settles accounts with a well-meaning humanitarian dark and left in an appalling anti-Muslim provocation. The decline of the Occident seen under the angle of the civilization of leisure - that vaguely recalls Philip Murray - this propensity to confuse his sexual confusion with pornographic violence, are more or less hiding behind his characters well drawn; it pulls against any mediocrity, his humor makes fly and is still as pest (beware semicolons; it is their detour pummeled Houellebecq). In short, the Houellebecq, neither more nor less. But by tilling the field of déclinisme, with this ambiguous way dentretenir a right musty anarchism, pamphlet becomes indigestible and turns nihilistic common place.