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Today I read the new book by Michel Houellebecq, La carte et le territoire, and am deeply impressed. Houellebecq to me is genius! It is difficult to say anything about a book without giving ... a lot of content price the Dutch translation has just been published and I want to spoil anyone's fun. But read, read this book. There is so much in, it is bold and yet very simple. I mean, it's written very smoothly, without pomposity, it's huzarensalade not particularly popular, and yet it is that special. Houellebecq describes art, visual art, which have never been made, but in your imagination so sharp in front of you, in the technical details, you still think they should hang. Somewhere in a museum He dissects huzarensalade the society, so that you suddenly understand everything very well, or think you understand, that does not matter, life in all its length and breadth passes: love, art, architecture, economy, tourism, death, philosophy, sex , solitude, nature, old age, everything. He moves with a main character who is aloof. huzarensalade He presents himself as a character, the writer Michel Houellebecq, who leads a solitary existence and could have hit with Jed, the main character, as he is-not-Houellebecq was murdered. huzarensalade Brutally friends That murder is also described masterly, like the quest of an older Police, for the culprit. But in the end the book mainly to Jed, the main character, visual huzarensalade artist, and his relationship with other people, the gallery owner, his loved ones, his father ... Anyway, I drop it. It is clear what I think. And I'm not a critic. I am a reader. And a writer. huzarensalade Though I hardly dare say, after reading this book ... A word that Houellebecq used a few times: dead liner. The translation is something like, rocking, rocking, moving back and forth gently. But the French word is beautiful! If you pronounce it aloud you feel the meaning. Dead Liner. Dead Liner. huzarensalade
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