I understand that hate Michel Houellebecq. Because it affects everyone. (Neither the left nor the right, nor the cathos or sores or babas or sixty-eighters nor managers nor heterosexuals nor homosexuals, nor teachers, nor young nor ... . especially the idiots Everyone takes for his grade, for example: 'Mitterrand years, as the financial voracity had reached unprecedented proportions ") Because he does not hesitate to be hyper-naturalist to describe. a terrible rawness, pornographic need the thoughts, words and facts of his characters that are perfectly plausible. Yet, what lucidity and precision of analysis which in its view of society and sixty-eighters and following generations! He owes its initial scientific training (prep classes, agro) both strong reasoning rigor and understanding of scientific advances of the twentieth century, it would also certainly a major sociologist, finally this sensitive and tender soul, I am sure that hides his despair and his own pain behind a cynical humor often fierce, is that of a poet who ask to believe in love. This shocking book is a good key to understanding springs from the disintegration of our society and the existential misery of man today. I not only read with fascination, but because it desired replay is sobering, this chronicle of our time which is worn an uncompromising look more impartial.