Michel Houellebecq: Whatever

Without doubt THE most acidically misanthropic book I have ever read. It makes Swift seem like...well difficult today. The spur bleakness is unrelenting and what makes it worse is the self awareness that the narrator displays. When he is not mocking/sneering/ snarling at the world and people around him he looks into himself with unrelenting bleakness and honesty. In some respects I thought he could be a character from Godot...that bleakness is there but there is a blind fury there too which makes it even more toxic.

Will be fascinated to read more of his work and see if hit is more of the same if he goes in a different direction; I hope the latter as where he is, his view of the world and humanity us one that it is difficult to see development in.