esse longo, sensacional perfil de houellebecq visitando os estados unidos me lembrou as viagens de camus pelo mundo: o que se espera de um escritor francês, os clichês que ele perpetua e uma até uma certa semelhança física com o autor de a peste. abaixo, alguns houellebcquismos:

At a certain point,? he continued, ?I decided to write [about] the world as if nobody had ever written [about] the world. Which is in a sense true, because there were no computer programmers 30 years ago, and it changes the way you see the world. Joyce didn?t have a television, for example. He couldn?t speak of life with television.?

What remains with the reader is its portrayal of First World loneliness ? the loneliness of someone who, like the book?s narrator (also named Michel), has 128 television channels but no real friends. ?For the West, I do not feel hatred. At most I feel a great contempt,? he says near the end of the book. ?I know only that every single one of us reeks of selfishness, masochism, and death. We have created a system in which it has simply become impossible to live, and what?s more, we continue to export it.?