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As a preamble necessary, I must admit that if this book published in 2008 does not métait stumbled hands and against my will, I do not read laurais. For good and bad reasons.
The wrong reasons First, because they are neither honorable nor the order of the literary but keep the person in loccurrence these two very specific writers. Here we see the dawning never ending debate, is it necessary or not distinguished writer as quhomme of his work? Still Quici, not so sagissant dun dune fiction novel, but of a real debate between two intellectuals, their personalities can not be ignored at the center of this book.
Michel Houellebecq I lai read and several of his novels Reviewed here. As quécrivain jhésite between good and very good in any case always interesting. For his work against reveals aspects of his personality that trouble me or make me uncomfortable, surprising mirror effect between his writings and his puny and sickly physical or sickly. His books mattirent, personality pushes me a little.
Bernard-Henri Lévy him, I never read lai. This too has always been in the media for his opposition as "new philosopher" André Glucksmann there forever, until his assumed caricature of himself, the immaculate white shirt open on his breastbone hairless, the romantic quivering hair in the breeze from the desert. The image taking precedence over the character.
The reason not least, for not wanting to read this book priori, I am not amateur matches. Because this text is presented as a series déchanges correspondence between Houellebecq and Lévy, letters responding to moon to another, written between January and July 2008.
The title of the book and lentame nétaient not meant to contradict my priori negative. "Public Enemies", already drilled a pretentious bluster. When talking dennemi public, we consider a dangerous character that threatens the company or what its citizens that they are, or Houellebecq and Levy do not compete in this category. At best or at worst (?) For them, but they are confined in space as quétroit Parisian intellectuals. As for the first line of text, "we are one as the other fairly despicable individuals" Houellebecq wrote, provocative bragging to defuse the negative reviews in advance that he expects that he hoped for without them, this book na dexister no reason. Again, the assertion caters to the same intellectuals, because the average reader it is especially entitled to sinterroger, why waste my time reading a pair dindividus despicable? This single sentence describes quite well a facet of Michel Houellebecq, swinging the murky at the mouth of the drive and put it in the sink sy challenge, continuing to read.
Skip the first bar décueils so wasnt anything but i continued my reading until its end and I can say, firstly by finding interest. Some passages frankly bored Mount, others are past me over the head because not enough versed in philosophical or literary knowledge concepts, javais trouble following. But when the two writers cover topics such as creative writing and poetry or religion or what that can resemble it, Lentretien gets exciting. Otherwise, it is also about their childhood, personal memories of the misery of the world and politics, media lynching etc.
It is tempting to want to know which of the two writers has sen best lissue this meeting, although this reaction is a bit ridiculous I LAVOUE. Nevertheless, I found more Houellebecq "small player" compared to Lévy whose prose is no shortage of beautiful flights exhilarating appealing to noble sentiments. Houellebecq is a pessimist who wonders "if humanity is an experience that deserves BE continued," Lévy is more combative. Houellebecq grudge, drivel limit, against journalists who lont broken (Assouline, Demonpion) while Lévy seems (to make us believe that it can) forget more easily, a tactical choice rotting him less life. All along this collection of letters, BHL has the merit of trying délever debate and script breathes encyclopedic knowledge of wind that is not unpleasant.

"It would be unfair to dailleurs throw stones publishers; when was the last time I saw in a bookstore, poetry radius? And what can the booksellers, if there is no public? We may be living in a world (cétait the conclusion of Gherasim Luca just before his suicide) where poetry na simply more space. "[Michel Houellebecq]