Monday, December 03, 2007

There exists in the midst of time; the possibility of an island

by Michel Houellebecq
translated by Gavin Bowd
Weidenfeld £12.99, pp345
The Guardian says:
They have become a type. Michel Houellebecq writes characters, voices, versions of himself that are all victims of the fallout from the Sixties. Set adrift by the sexual revolution, alienated by consumerism, incapable of belief and prisoners to their restless desire, they spin around the globe disgusted by everything but the hope of blowjobs from women half their age. Houellebecq would have us believe that this is a universal condition, that we are all, like it or not, caught up in his helpless rage against the tyranny of sexuality and the marketplace, but it generally comes across as a more personal complaint. (read the rest)
another review

No comments: