Houellebecq exorcist!

Platform / Michel Houellebecq
After "Extending the area of ​​the fight" and "The Elementary Particles", "Platform" published in 2001 is the third novel by MH, before "The dune island possibility" and "The Map and the Territory", the latter having him won the Prix Goncourt in 2010.
Obviously with Houellebecq must sattendre at all and the first lines of the story will not disappoint those who love provocative and mocking differences this surprising writer.
Let's say it starts a little like "abroad" of Camus in the first four words. And soon after that nest pure Houellebecq juice. And we régaleÀ each line alongside the unexpected quirkiness and one wonders what will be the next great MH to make us smile. For his insolent humor, his love of lincongruité and often cruel irony, his art of derision, make each line a jubilant moment.
Following the death of his father, Michel, little clerk in a ministry, share in Thailand with a small group of tourists. He will then deliver a true sociological study group.
Houellebecq like sociology and thats sad but realistic that it deplores the emotional and sexual misery and existential loneliness of man Western.
But: "The absence of envy to live, alas, is not enough to want to die. "
Speaking of someone: "To be honest it did not look like much, but he really dun air con. "
And speaking of a couple: "They gave the impression of navoir not fucked for thirty years. "
So MH will exorcise sex by any means, that sex as constrained by the Western Judeo-Christian morality.
And describing a group of tourists: "There were also two isolated Arabs, the indefinable them nationality skull was surrounded by this kind of kitchen towel which we recognize Yasser Arafat in his television appearances. In summary the rich or half the rich world was there, he answered present at the call immutable and sweet Asian pussy. "
Moreover MH love that his characters sexpriment by clichés and platitudes that usually arrive as hair on the soup allowing it to finely fun of his characters and that always in plain style, flat, neutral and without research but that hits. No big words, no denvolée lyric. His intertextual style amalgam several speeches simultaneously and it reminds G.Perec, he cites dailleurs the famous novel "Life chemistry information sheet."
He wants disciple of Schopenhauer who said: "The first and almost the only requirement of a good style, this is to have something to say. "
With MH must sattendre to all, both déconomie courses on tour operators in Thailand and Cuba Quà an evening in a box SM, reflections and analyzes supporting the sexuality of people who sadonnent these practices.
His meeting with Valerie who works in tourism will change his life. It all two spin perfect love in every sense of the term and will also be keen observers of their surroundings. They will sintéresser much laspect economic and sociological prostitution and sex tourism that they now dénommeront "boutique tourism". The study ad market a promising case.
But entropy obsessed again MH and disillusioned vision of humanity and discrediting itself néchappent not this novel like his iconoclasm.
"There is a fiscal redistribution evolved system that keeps alive the useless, incompetent and harmful, -whose, to some extent, I am one. "
"I narrive not imagine much, about the future. "
MH phrases like lemporte piece like "Anything can happen in life, and especially nothing. "
But also the worst, happiness séclipser up when least expected lon sy
In the last third of the novel, the verse on a piece lIslam is danthologie! Do not miss!

For the story about the author, it is noteworthy that despite a certain disengagement from public life, he simplique in animal protection. He has agreed to be sworn Literary Award 30 Million Friends in 2011.
He also writes "a new draft constitution" based on direct democracy, which would remove Parliament, would make the president "elected for life, but instantly revocable upon popular own-initiative referendum", and allow the people to elect the judges.
A character unconventional as Michel Houellebecq. As the novel.
"I havent any message despérance to délivreret I do not deserve anything that survives me. "