I loved the Elementary Particles, Domain Extension of Struggle and The Map and the Territory, and enjoyed The Possibility of an Island. All that to say that Houellebecq is a writer who interests me. Hence my lack of understanding today in this book. One has the impression that Houellebecq has sought to make Houellebecq, but without even bothering to believe. Where we could before, perceive the malice, we no longer see anything. He piles tics houellebecquiens but a hand that feels tired. Provocation then? Alas, not even. This political fiction is of such simplicity that it does not present any interest. The result is boring and you really have a lot of pusillanimity or advertising perversion, to be shocked by this story.