So, it's a good while since I read this. I know that I had tried to read it before and given up (Chapter One was very familiar), which is never a good sign. All in all, not a bad read. Popcorn for the brain. Not as funny as the first one, but not entirely terrible either.
This is not something that I have done since I started this reviewing business, but sweet Christ, I could not read this book. I'm sorry. I tried. I kept plodding along with it in the hopes that I'd get into it, but no joy. The story is tragic, even worse, it is hopeless; the protaganists have no redeeming qualities, because their mother has fucked with their heads so badly; the sex is simultaneously prolific, profane and completely devoid of any heart or heat. I suppose that it's a feat to be able to write something so filthy without any eroticism whatsoever. Whatever. It wasn't enough to keep me turning the pages. Maybe I'll give it another go in a year or two... but for now, Houellebecq: nil points.
OK, so I'll let you in on a secret - the post date is a bit of a lie. I am in the future writing this blog and posting it back to today's date. This is why I can't really tell you much about this book. I enjoyed it. It made me laugh in places. Out loud, on occassion. But that's really all there is to say about it. Nothing so overwhelming that it stayed with me for longer than it took me to decide what to read next, but entertaining enough for what it was.
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