It’s not quite Houellebecq Lite, but it’s the least likely to offend. Em ”As Partículas Elementares” (), o seu segundo romance, Michel H Em li dois. Las particulas elementales by Michel Houellebecq, , available at Book Depository with free delivery worldwide. Las particulas elementales by Michel Houellebecq at – ISBN – ISBN – Espasa-Calpe SA –

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I think that is really why I like reading Houellebecq’s books because he reminds me actually of how much I like my life, and even though I can make improvements mostly with more informed decisions; I don’t want to spend the bulk of my life over examining my life to the point elemfntales I quit living my life.

Las particulas elementales

While some readers might be put off by ca. Partixulas original and yes, ludicrously filthy! Mailer, Amis, and many others have tried the same strategy. Think– a long, cold autumn afternoon sipping coffee and reading “Never Let Me Go. As a teenager, Michel believed that suffering conferred dignity on a person.

The Elementary Particles by Michel Houellebecq

Lovecraft, he brought out his first novel Extension du domaine de la lutte in In this book, it helps to be somewhat well grounded in biology as one of the main characters, Michel sic, is a molecular biologist.

The sex in The Elementary Particles is graphic, drawn-out, and elemeentales.

Further, Houellebecq prticulas an heuristic account of where Western civilization goes in the fictional future. At the time, I wondered for a moment why I find generalized misanthropy acceptable — even kind of charming — but felt more specifically targeted hatreds were completely repellant.


Which, also, will disappear. There are many novelists who have their own obsession for sex and some of them are consistently This book brought me to laughter. Secondly, the book is darkly funny. This book is a houellebrcq sociological description and commentary of the second half of the twentieth century’s social revolution in western culture.

Aubyn’s The Patrick Melrose Novels which I never got around to reviewing properly both in that it’s about the extraordinarily fucked-up children of wealthy Europeans, and that it degenerates somewhat into overly expository and transparently philosophical fake monologues later on in the book.

Still one must understand the social implications of the age somewhat well before discarding the arguments: At a certain point I decided that pparticulas wasn’t a regular charming misanthrope: But if you’re not convinced by the intrusion of a voice from television documentaries, if eleemntales not shocked by stories about snuff films, boys molesting other boys, or characters endlessly jerking off I wonder how many orgasms there are in the book: There are some moments of wit, but in general the prose style Another author in that very French intellectual tradition which seems to confuse being cynical with being profound.

It certainly did for me. Christiane looked at him tenderly, attentively; her eyes were a little tired. Again, I really loved the first half of this book, though I didn’t think the second half was as good. Bruno only reaches some measure of happiness in life by means of a woman who shows him how to accept and respect his body and sexual needs without judgment, by introducing him to communities in which the sex act is honored. But the humor is there – the question is whether or not the reader is capable of appreciating it.


Materialism specifically—the chasm of need instilled within people who then feel inferior because of genes, the natural process of aging, economic position, etc.

It’s all here in this eggheady gloom festival. I make reference to him with a smile–a vibrant optimism afforded only by the likes of wizards like Houellebecq!

Grief pulls us downward into that ever-widening chasm of need until we disappear. Another author in that very French intellectual tradition which seems to confuse being cynical with being profound. Do you see what I mean? I’m not, you know, depressed or anything, but I can share at least in some part their view of the world as bleak, lonely, and irredeemable except through very brief moments of relieved pain via drinking and sex.

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There elementale only egotism. I wasn’t very convinced by any of this, partly because Houellebecq seems to be unaware that biologists have spent a lot of time wondering about why it is that sexual reproduction is a good idea. H is constantly throwing in little zingers throughout the book. Books by Michel Houellebecq.

Hate hate hate hate hate.