Lost illusions of a generation

This is the first book I read of Despentes. True talented novelist: pulsating style, figures embodied in a few lines, plot cleverly tucked. But the purpose is still a bit short: Despentes simply surf the zeitgeist and the ambient social malaise (insecurity, fear of decommissioning), totally disillusioned by drawing the portrait of a generation - his own - which was 20 in the early 90s, through a relatively agreed of characters. One can not escape eg the chapter on the trader with all the usual clichés (whores, coke) and in several bonus pretty amazing shells - Despentes systematically confusing logarithms and algorithms (Will he an editor at Grasset ?). After 200 pages, the book is slowing and turns tedious sociological catalog. For me, the announced trilogy will stop at this first volume.