What am I in for?

You will get nothing from reading such miserable books as these. In the words of Orwell “A man may take to drink because he feels himself a failure, but then fail all the more completely because he drinks.” Such is the same with such depraved books as these. All you edgelords reading books like this and the Doomer core stuff will only serve to make your life more miserable. Very little is to be gained, and much is the potential to be lost. Now I understand you don't need naive optimism, but purposefully injecting pessimism and degeneracy into your mind for no reason other than morbid curiosity will send you down a vicious cycle. If someone has a legitimate reason for reading books with literal pornography in them let me know, but until then, it seems to be to just be shock value.

More feels than you might expect, especially if you read Whatever first

The oldest kind of story, that of two brothers. In the tradition of Cain and Able, Gilgamesh and Enkidu, Osiris and Set.

Bruno represents the kind of mimetic desire. His constantly striving for new sexual exploits to compete with the people around him speak, perhaps, to the most primal form of mimetic desire. In the form of his racist outbursts, we see this anguish erupt as the scapegoat mechanism. We also see how he is, in his youth, the very victim of this exact mechanism which he then continues.

Micheal is more withdrawn, a failure socially because he is incapable of understanding these hidden and unspoken social rules. He sets out to create a new race of people, one free from mimetic desire and the principles of sacrifice.

In reading this book, I was quite reminded of every other book I've ever read.

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>his best book
this

>Wellbeck
>Tolstoyevsky
>Finnegans Disquiet
cringe pseudpost, I can already picture your wide-mouth gape

>n-no you are pseud!
>le cringe! le söyboy!

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who's heavily marketing Houllebecq? lmfao

post a picture of your nose

>it's an exotic in my flyover lardistan shithole so it's like that in the civilized world too!
I'm sorry I had to break your self-image bubbah, but Houllelelbebeck is just a peg shorter than Murakami and Coelho in terms if popularity. You're not as special for reading "le epik intellectual tfw muh modernity ennui" as you though you were.

A modern masterpiece. Many people claim that this book's ubiquitous solipsism and nihilism made them heavily anxious, but the truth is: if you've previously felt anxious and depressed on their own, this book will not have a "major" effect on you, and you will be able to enjoy its amazing style and content.

a book dedicated to Man

I fapped to that pic in the airport after I bought that book. It was this that made me, on reading the brothers' narratives, give up jerking off until I could make sense of what it was that I wanted. It also made me look into 60's libertines more, as well as the statistics of human trafficking. It is a book that closes you in to the false narrative of elites without mentioning the rigging.

Ladies and gentleman, I would like to say a few words if you would kindly allow for it. HOLY FUCKING BASED. Thank you for your time.

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>a 30 y/o crackwhore almost naked
Yikes

>Trying this hard to shit on the book
Dude calm down with your orwell's quotes. The book works more as a critique to "society" and with the evolution of its various political and psicological aspects than it does tuch porno. Michel also makes good points on the views of Huxley and his distopia and also regarding other scietific aspects. The prono scenes work more as a representation of the character's views and obession with sex than merely plot scenes like netflix series use to catch the short attention span of the teens.

A well written rant

"I realized straightaway that the première A would be the worst; there were three boys and about thirty girls. Thirty sixteen-year-old girls-blondes, brunettes, redheads, white girls, Arabs, Asians ... every one of them lovely and every one of them desirable. And they weren't virgins, either-you could tell. They slept around, swapped boyfriends—enjoying their youth to the full.

I used to walk past the condom machine every day and they weren't the slightest bit embarrassed to use it right in front of me.

"The problems started when I decided I might have a chance. A lot of their parents were probably divorced, so I was convinced I could find one who was looking for a father figure. It could work —I was sure of it. But I'd have to be a big, broad-shouldered father figure, so I grew a beard and joined a gym. The beard was a qualified success -it grew in thinly, which made me look like a dirty old man, a little like Salman Rushdie but the gym was a great idea. Within a couple of months I had well-defined pecs and deltolds. The problem- and it was a new one for me-was my dick. It probably sounds strange now, but in the seventies nobody really cared how big their dick was. When I was a teenager I had every conceivable hang-up about my body except that. I don't know who started it—queers, probably, though you find it a lot in American detective novels, but there's no mention of it in Sartre."

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"Whatever, in the showers at the gym I realized I had a really small dick. I measured it when I got home—it was twelve centimeters, maybe thirteen or fourteen if you measured right to the base. I'd found something new to worry about, something I couldn't do anything about; it was a basic and permanent handicap. It was around then that I started hating blacks. There weren't many of them in the school—most of them went to the technical high school, Lycée Pierre-de-Coubertin, where the eminent Defrance did his philosophical striptease and propounded his pro-youth ass-kissing. I only had one, in my première A class, a big, stocky guy who called himself Ben. He always wore a baseball cap and Nikes; I was convinced he had a huge dick. All the girls threw themselves at this big baboon and here I was trying to teach them about Mallarmé—what the fuck was the point? This is the way Western civilization would end, I thought bitterly, people worshiping in front of big dicks, like hamadryas baboons. I got into the habit of coming to class without any underwear on. This black guy was going out with exactly the girl I would have chosen myself- blonde, very pretty, with a childlike face and small firm tits. They would come to class holding hands. I always kept the windows closed while they were working; the girls would get hot and take off their sweaters, their T-shirts sticking to their breasts.

Hidden behind my desk, I'd jerk off.

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: We envy and admire the Negro because we long to regress, like him, to our animal selves; to be animals with big cocks and small reptilian brains which are no more than appendices to their pricks. He tapped the page: 'It's strong, spirited, very aristocratic. You've got talent. A gift for words. I'm not keen on the subtitle: "We Become Racist, We Are Not Born That Way." I always think irony is a bit, um . . .' His face darkened, but then he twirled his cigarette holder and smiled again. He was a real clown, but a nice guy. 'It's very original, too, and not too heavy. You're not even anti-Semitic!' He pointed to another passage: Only Jews are spared the regret of not being Negroes, because they have long since chosen the path of intelligence, shame and guilt. Nothing in Western civilization can equal or even approach what the Jews have made of guilt and shame; this is why Negroes hate the Jews most of all. He sat back in his chair, seeming really pleased. He folded his arms behind his head; for a second I thought he was going to put his feet up on the desk, but he didn't. He leaned forward again—he just couldn't stay still.

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if you're okay, you'll read this book and think, "Thank God I'm not as pathetic as all that. I mean I have the occasional slip into morbid self-abasement, at least I can't say I've ever been with a prostitute or tried to actually write a racist pamphlet. I didn't even know people still talked about racism till I went on Yea Forums, I'm not racist. Okay, things are not so bad after all, huh, this guy sure has a thumb on the pulse of contemporary pathos. I mean that character sounded just like every frustrated guy, but he wasn't sympathetic, you sorta get where he's coming from, where he goes though, he goes nowhere. He's just pitiful. I see why so many people talk about this book, I hope they aren't using it to justify themselves, I mean shit, the guy's just a whining loser, I think it's pretty obvious the author wasn't trying to win people over to that guy's side. I think he meant to make like the most pathetic guy imaginable, I could see identifying with like being upset with your parents or feeling cheated by nature or whatever, you can't just let that rule your life though. Damn."
If you're not doing so well, it'll go something like, "Holy shit, finally, dude, this is exactly what's going on, see? This dude gets it, like what're you supposed to do? The game's been rigged against you the whole time and anyway you try to break free and get a little piece of the pie for yourself they fuckin' change it up, say, 'Nope, can't pay for sex, nope, you're dick's too small, nope, too fat, nope, you're white,' it's like your parents give you up, can't have religion 'cause it's so-o-o-o evil, get bullied all through childhood, and every motherfucker who fucks with you just gets a pass, everybody's like, 'Ha ha, yeah, fuck that guy,' and all the girls blow him, he's the fuckin' champ, dude, there's no winning, just like Brave New World, you're either an Alpha or a Beta, Alpha fucks, Beta fuckin' bucks dude, it's bullshit, this is like, dude, fuck Fight Club, you wanna know what it's like for men in the modern world? Right here, this is it man, fuckin', dude, what the fuck?"

I haven't even read Houellebecq, but if his books read even a fraction like your posts, then they fully deserve your criticism and then some.

Wow jeez Houellebecq really wrote this?

Hmm, wow jeez, he really is the altright manchild I've heard he is - huh...

He's like the french Stephen King, but a bit edgier.
Good to read if you get stuck in an airport

such a massive cope post holy shit

FPBP

Jesus Christ, why does Yea Forums worship this guy? This reads like a discount Palahniuk.

I didn't read this one but I did Submission and Possibilities of an Island. Houellebecq is iconic and that in itself can be a reason to check it out but I'm no fan. He writes quite well, in that casual compact style that looks supereasy and it actually very hard, but don't expect in any way to be wowed by style/language.

All his books afaik in one way or another deal with a middle aged man who's very troubled about not being young anymore and even more troubled about actually growing old and dying because that means he won't be able to fuck twenty year olds and that's the only purpose he knows in life. Not friendship, family is absent or a trauma, intellectual pursuits have proven empty vanity and doesn't hold a thrill anymore. It's a world ruled by hypercapitalism, consumerism, people wanting to upstage others and drown out their own existential loneliness/emptiness with drugs and sex. There is a sense of impending doom and humanity having lost its humanity, in a world where from all sides you are encouraged to see yourself as a product, as an experience, as statistics. There's no escape. The end.

In Houellebecq's defense he has been open about being a wreck himself (he blames his mom) and not being able to rise above. And you can definitely read his books as politically engaged, in the sense that they are utterly depressing and make you crave real human contact, even if it's as simple as a joke with a cashier. But personally I find the "no no my books full of bleak edgy shit are actually a warm plea for the potential of human beings" a cheap cop out. I also simply don't enjoy reading the books. But he has avid fans and Atomised is one of his famous ones so why not try it out and see for yourself. The quotes posted are absolutely 100% representative though. I didn't even read this book of his but I feel like I did. You could add them to either of the ones I read and no one would notice.

A fat dude jerking off.

>I haven't any knowledge of the text but for what it's worth here're my thoughts on it by proxy
it's 250 pages, why don't you be quiet until you're ready to make an effort in life? you remind me of Jesse Eisenberg in The Squid and The Whale, do you like Pink Floyd?

Jesus user, you don't sound like you're having a good day.

Don't listen to contrarians, it's a very good book but a miserable one and culturally relevant to our time.

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