Authors: Michel Houellebecq
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Platform
Platform
"Full, acidic, self-flagellating . . .
[Platform
has] earned Mr. Houellebecq the status of conversation piece, agent provocateur, and savage messiah."
—
The New York Times"Remarkable . . . hilarious. . . . [Houellebecq] writes from the soul of a despairing, acutely lucid bureaucrat on Viagra."
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Los
Angeles Times Book Review"Scaldingly honest... |
Platform]
takes no prisoners as to prevailing terms of politically correct or any-ofher-waycorrect discourse. . . . It frequently uses jarring juxtaposition to dislocate us from complacencies, received wisdoms or even moderate comfort. . . . The analysis is broad and extremely knowledgeable . . . [with] quirky and sometimes horrific observations on everything from ecology to airport gift shops to incest."
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St. Louis Post-Dispatch"The most potentially weighty French novelist to emerge since Tournier. . . . The trajectory of Houellebecq's world view will be worth following."
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The New Yorker"An outstandingly powerful and relevant novel about sex, death, and Islam."—
Hanif Kureishi"Astute, graceful, sexually preoccupied, occasionally alarming. . .. Eviscerat[es] the cultural moment."
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The Baltimore Sun"Brilliant.. . . Reads like a shot.... The excitement of
Platform
is the force with which Houellebecq says the unsayable, his determination to cut through moral equivocation."
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Salon"
[A] dirty novel of ideas.... Houellebecq's sex scenes are hot and bountiful."
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Entertainment Weekly"An extraordinary blend of pornography, satire, and diatribe. . . . Houellebecq is an undeniably gifted writer—I found myself reading on, even when the impulse to throw the book across the room grew strong."
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Charles Matthews, San
Jose Mercury News"Odd, subversive entertainment."
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The Boston Globe"What's at stake is the desacralizing of sex, its final leap into the realm of pure commodity, the role of implacable consumption in cultural imperialism. . . . It's not the kind of book you only read once."
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The Village Voice"Cynical and anomic . . . literary and complex."
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The Atlantic Monthly"Shockingly vile and shockingly banal, written with an ear toward pissing off just about everyone. . . . Houellebecq's novel is tough to put down no matter how much you'd like to. . . . Like good porn it's increasingly difficult to draw your eyes away as it oozes toward climax."
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The Austin Chronicle"A work of considerable imagination and wit. Even when the reader is most repelled, he may want to view the writer with grudging admiration. . . . [Michel Renault's rants] are very funny, and . . . very true."
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The Star-Ledger"Platform
cuts precisely to the core of every imaginable big-picture problem facing the world. . . . Houellebecq knows how to get a rise out of his readers. . . .His prejudices are serious, and current."
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American Book Review"Houellebecq writes with an honesty and an anomic conviction that raises his novels, beyond any single troubling moment, toward genius."
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The Globe and Mail
(Toronto)"The most important book of the year—and perhaps of the century thus far. . . . Dazzling and prescient. . . . Houellebecq [is] one of the finest novelists of ideas alive."
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Evening Standard
(London)"Brilliant. . . . A thrilling read, close to Swift's A
Modest Proposal
in its impact."
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The
Daily Telegraph
(London)"Houellebecq writes with humor as sharp as a razor's edge. There is bravery and even bravado in [his] prose. He alone among contemporary writers is prepared to do what the likes of Orwell and Huxley did and put up a mirror to our past and project its reflection on the future."
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Financial Times
MICHEL HOUELLEBECQ
Platform
Michel Houellebeccq's
The Elementary Particles,
an international bestseller, won the prestigious Prix Novembre in France as well as the lucrative International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. Houellebecq lives in Ireland.
ALSO BY MICHEL HOUELLEBECQ
The Elementary Particles
Whatever
FIRST VINTAGE INTERNATIONAL EDITION, JULY 2004
©
2002 by Frank Wynne
Published in the United States by Vintage Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York,
and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Originally published
Platforme: Au milieu du monde
by Flammarion, Paris, in 2001. Copyright © 2001 by
Flammarion. This translation was first published in slightly different form in Great Britain
Platform
by William Heincmann, an imprint of the Random House
States by Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc.,
New York, in 2003.
are trademarks of Random House, Inc.
Houellebecq, Michel.
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(The more contemptible his life, the more a man clings to it; it thus
becomes a protest, a retribution for every moment.)
truly adult
when our parents die; we never become
truly adult
.
mix
,*
I felt perfectly at ease with the situation —much more at ease than I would have been at a wedding, for example. Funerals, clearly, were my thing. I stopped pedaling, coughed gently. Night was falling quickly over the surrounding meadows. Near the concrete structure that housed the boiler, you could make out a brownish stain that had been poorly cleaned. It was there that my father had been discovered, his skull shattered, wearing shorts and an "I ❤ New York" sweatshirt. He had been dead for three days, according to the coroner. There was the possibility, very remote, that what happened was an accident, he could have slipped in a puddle of oil or something. That said, the floor of the room was completely dry, and the skull had been broken in several places. Some of the brain had even spilled onto the floor. In all probability, what we were dealing with was murder. Captain Chaumont of the Cherbourg police was supposed to come over to see me that evening.
* This word and all others marked with an asterisk appear in English in the original French edition.
Xena: Warrior Princess
on TFi, one of my favorite series. Two very muscular women wearing metallic bras and miniskirts made of animal hide were challenging each other with their sabers. "Your reign has gone on too long, Tagrathâ!" cried the brunette. "I am Xena, warrior of the Western Plains!" There was a knock at the door; I turned the sound down.
of moral
resemblance. After studying me for a few moments, she turned and climbed the stairs that led to the bedrooms. "Take your time," I said, my voice barely audible. "Take all the time you need." She didn't answer, didn't pause in her ascent; she had probably not even heard me. I sat down on the sofa again, exhausted by the confrontation. I should have offered to take her coat. That's what you usually do, offer to take someone's coat. I realized that the room was terribly cold —a damp, penetrating cold, the cold of a cellar. I didn't know how to light the boiler, I had no wish to try, now my father was dead and I had intended to leave right away. I turned over to FR3 just in time to catch the last part of
Questions pour un champion
.
At the moment when Nadège from Val-Fourré told Julien Lepers that she was going to risk her title for the third time, Aïcha appeared on the stairs, a small travel bag on her shoulder. I turned off the television and walked quickly toward her. "I've always admired Julien Lepers," I told her. "Even if he doesn't know the actual town or village the contestant is from, he always manages to say something about the department or the region; he always knows a bit about the climate and the local scenery. Above all, he understands life. The contestants are human beings to him, he understands their problems and their joys. Nothing of what constitutes human reality for the contestants is entirely strange or intimidating to him. Whoever the contestant is, he manages to get them to talk about their work, their family, their hobbies —everything, in fact, that in their eyes goes to make up a life. The contestants are often members of a brass band or a choral society, they're involved in organizing the local fair, or they devote themselves to some charitable cause. Their children are often there in the studio. You generally get the impression from the program that these people are happy, and you feel better, happier yourself. Don't you think?"
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,
a fishing program on TF1. I had obviously woken up, or at least reached a sufficient level of consciousness to work the remote control, but I had no memory of doing so. Tonight's program was devoted to silurids —huge fish with no scales that had become more common in French rivers as a result of global warming. They were particularly fond of the areas around nuclear power plants. The report was intended to shed light on the truth behind a number of myths: it was true that adult silurids could grow to as much as three or four meters; in the Drôme, specimens larger than five meters had been reported; there was nothing particularly improbable about this. However, there was no question of the animals ever behaving carnivorously, or attacking bathers. The public suspicion of silurids seemed, to some extent, to have rubbed off on the men who fished for them; the small group of silurid anglers were not well liked by the larger family of anglers. They felt they suffered as a result and wanted to take advantage of this program to improve their negative image. It was true they could hardly suggest gastronomy as their motive—the flesh of the silurid was completely inedible. But it was an excellent catch, intelligent and at the same time requiring sportsmanship; much like pike fishing, it deserved a wider following. I paced around the room a little, unable to get warm; I couldn't bear the idea of sleeping in my father's bed. In the end I went upstairs, brought down pillows and blankets, and settled myself as best I could on the sofa. I switched off just after the credits of "The Silurid Demystified." The night was opaque, the silence also.
