Michel Houellebecq is generally misunderstood, we say it without style but it's just the opposite, its perfectly inimitable style is easily identifiable from the very first sentences of this new novel. There is for example in "Submission" phenomenal comedic moments that contrast sharply with the general darkness of the story. This is an author who deserves a readership with a certain subtlety because it is eclectic in his writing often focusing on a detail, manipulating a destabilizing derision, a semantic ambivalence that can unseat. We could simaginer without reading this book the author is xenophobic, but this is not the case at all. Here the subject, as often with him, is an intellectual slacker, a lantern social disillusioned and without consistency. The country's situation (catastrophic) is analyzed dune detached way, abnormal. There are passages that can put bothersome uncomfortable an uninformed reader, but it would be foolish to see the first degree in this mockery. DHouellebecq irony is very often misunderstood but it is part of his masterpiece, unique in the literature of today. You can not compare it to anyone, it is a monument which clashes among production, there are so many mediocre books are probably shabitue literary smallness, that's why so many people are shocked by his books. But Houellebecq about us, our smallness dhumain lost on this planet. Normally less BE young handsome and rich, everyone will recognize at some point or another in his characters. This is striking and chilling dailleurs
