STANCE? IMPOSTURE?

The front cover shows the author, who pretends to ignore this item.
This man, in his way is an artist. He masters, like his friend BHL, the art of make believe with sores who marvel at his "genius", they are sophisticated intellectuals.
Dressed in rags, falsely tired by a fashion designer, adopting a quickdraw Gainsbourg, distilling phrases and aphorisms of a disgusted air, this character is, in its way, a phenomenon.
Before buying one of his books, I told myself that POETRY, with what it requires mastery in form and in substance, is a good indicator of the author.
At the risk of insulting me by other reviewers, the poetry of HOUELLEBEQUE is such pessimism, a bias deadly so outraged, of such negligence in style, it is a great way to s' sleep, smile
.With This book, I'll be able to save money by not buying the novels of this author that must be the me m ^ barrel.
My approach was the right one I recommend.
N is not BEAUDELAIRE nor CIORAN wants.
HOUELLEBEQUE is a humbug, indeed awesome, but it's a fraud.
He's right, as on the front cover, to make us understand:
If you c .. enough to buy my chickens, that's your business .......... I 'm crazy.