Where should I start with this ugly fuck?
>>7892701
just don't
Working the shaft.
The Elementary Particles.
>>7892701
In chronological order, even he said so, that it's the best to appreciate his work (and more generally any author's work)
Whatever, Elementary Particles or Soumission.
>>7892725
FYI, the original title is, literally "Extension of the Domain of the Struggle" or perhaps more figuratively, "Widening of the Battleground."
Not sure why the translator is a retard but I don't think his works should lose that much in translation.
>>7892701
Anyone here who has read a lot of his work? I've read only Submission and The Map and the Territory, and was fairly underwhelmed by both. Might have been poor translations, might be he just isn't for me. But are some of his other books notably better?
I liked "The Possibility of an Island" and "Whatever"
>>7892750
Whatever and Elementary Particles are probably his best.
Map and the Territory is okay.
>>7892750
Elementary Particles is his best. After that you can give up.
Elementary Particles/Whatever: sexual politics stuff
Map and the Territory: Borgesian musings about art, self-parody, and a bizarre police procedural thing
Soumission: Huysmans, European politics, Islam
Take your pick.
y'all think I should read Celine first to get a taste of angry French writing?
>>7892904
Not a prerequisite in any way, but definitely worth a read.
>>7892701
JUSTE
>>7892734
>T-Thank you for your time, Mr Houellebecq. -- One last thing: how would you title the book in English?
>Whatever.
>>7894068
>french gruffle
Haha jeezus looks like a home alone robber after he sprung the traps
>>7894068
No, it was literally the translator being "Well, like, the protagonist is, like, apathetic, so I called it 'Whatever.'"
Fucking retard.
How did he go from this...
to OP?
>>7895925
His dog died.
>>7895963
that's a cute dog
>>7896292
>'This is one of the difficulties of fame and travelling,' says Houellebecq. 'It is always hard to abandon him.' Houellebecq reminds me that this is the same breed as the Queen's dogs ('I am more English than the English', he jokes lamely). Then, for a brief moment, he looks genuinely near to tears, raising his doe eyes heavenward. 'The love of a dog is a pure thing,' he says. 'He gives you a trust which is total. You must not betray it.'
