Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Incredible Shiteness of Being: The Fiction of Michel Houellebecq

Houellebecq at home in County Clare
French novelist Michel Houellebecq has a reputation as a pervy, intellectual, misanthropic shit stirrer. If you're a hipster who lives in Notting Hill, The West Village or the Rive Gauche this is sufficient reason to read his books but alas neither you nor I are such hepcats. Fortunately for us Houellebecq is also funny. I've read three of his books now: Platform, The Map and the Territory and Lanzarote and they were all pretty amusing. French humour is like French rock music: at best an acquired taste; but Houellebecq has decided not to mine the vein of French comedy that is exemplified by Jacques Tati and Marcel Marceau, no he's decided that he wants to be that rare fromage - a Frenchman who actually makes you laugh. 
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Platform is his best book with a deliriously sarcastic first third, a rather boring middle section and a surprisingly great ending. Lanzarote is a kind of dry run for Platform and is terrific all the way through its large print 80 pages. The Map And The Territory is a different animal. It won the Prix Goncourt and has a much more serious feel about it. Houellebecq is really trying hard to say something about art (his hero is an artist) life (the artist is depressed) and the artificiality of the novel form (Michel Houellebecq appears as a character in the book). The book has attained some controversy because Houellebecq lifted entire sections of the novel from French Wikipedia, but thats not really the problem. The problem is that Houellebecq didn't sufficiently bring the funny, except in the chapters that take place in and around Shannon Airport where his depression and misanthropy really have a fertile soil in which to grow (as all of us who have spent time in Shannon will testify). Still if you're going to read one French novel this year The Map and the Territory is a good one to go for. If you want a few laughs and are not easily scandalised try Platform.

15 comments:

Crawdaddy said...

Ok, maybe.
But I always thought Proust was a goddamn laugh riot.

adrian mckinty said...

Crawdaddy

About the only time I ever laughed at anything Proustian was the story of when Proust and James Joyce shared a taxi together. Both of them were so jealous and suspicious of the other that neither of them wanted to embarrass himself with a cliched conversational opening. As a result they both were completely silent throughout the entire ride.

Could be a good short movie that now that silence is in vogue again.

adrian mckinty said...

Finally Melbourne is coming round to my way of thinking on the repulsive Italian coffee available in this town.

seana said...

I am too a hepcat!

I haven't gotten around to Houllebecq, but I did read this amusing article about him, which left me not entirely unsympathetic to him.

Of course it was written by a hepcat for a hepcat west coast magazine, so I vibed to the whole thing quite easily. Not sure if that will work for anyone who is not in California.

Hope that coffee place is close enough to bike to.

adrian mckinty said...

Seana

Good article and I like the Big Sur setting near Henry Miller's house. Those two definitely would have got on well together.

seana said...

I think that's the Bixby bridge in the background.

I've only been to the Henry Miller library once, and I actually got to do a reading there. The really interesting thing though was that a big fire had taken place down there and it had literally come right down to the back door of the house before it was fended off. We were in a beautiful oasis surrounded by burnt land.

adrian mckinty said...

The first American review of The Cold Cold Ground in Spinetingler Magazine here written by uber blogger:

Nerd of Noir


Yeah, no wonder I can't find a US publisher: everyone likes the book. I mean why would you want to publish something that people want to read.

seana said...

Good for both his mom AND the basement dwelling friends. It's a bigger demographic than The Help!

Sheiler said...

I once got into an argument with a student while at Buddha U. and then 5 mins later her hair caught on fire. Everyone was saying, Don't mess with Sheiler.

Don't mess with Miller.

Sheiler said...

My worst fight ever with my partner was over Jerry Lewis and how the French adore him. We live in an old party cottage owned by Québec's first, or most famous, comedian. I don't get the humor.

I am not a hepcat, alas.

John McFetridge said...

I really like PLATFORM and THE POSSIBILITY OF AN ISLAND is very good, too. Not a lot of humour.

At this point you might as well hold back TCCG from US publishers and wait until you have the second one done (and maybe an idea for the third) and sell them all at once.

seana said...

Being a shaman is better than being a hepcat, Sheiler.

adrian mckinty said...

Seana

Yup that is a good recommendation.

adrian mckinty said...

Sheiler

I dont get that broad humour either but I can appreciate that at least he wrote and directed his own stuff.

Sheiler said...

I'm no shaman. I think it was just that weird campus setting with all sorts of shamalamadingdong things going on. I mean, I haven't been able to set fire to anyone since moving away from Colorado.

I also wasn't aware that JL wrote and directed all of his own stuff.