THE WORLD AS MICHEL HOELELEBECQ supermarket

Títutulu Original: Interventions

Year of publication: 1998 (as a book)

Translation and edition: Encarna Castejón

Valoración: What a morro that you throw, Michel …

Oh, finally, a review of a book by our admired Michel Houellebecq, with the desire I had! Because you know that in this blog we have authentic devotion to this writer, so that it is impossible to get a turn to review any of his books; As soon as it is notified that a new one will appear, my colleagues are thrown on him which canyons about a wounded beef that tries to cross some tributary of the Orinoco … although I suppose that I should clarify first of all the questions of the title of the review because you deserve an explanation and as your mayor I am … I mean as the author of the same that I am, I will give it to you:

As my blog companions know (and here I leave the sarcastic tone), I am something reluctant to the work and the literary figure of Michel Thomas, by single Hoolebecq (well, his grandmother’s bachelor, I mean), although, since one thing does not take away the other, as a comic-political actor seems great to me. Now, if something is proud to be is equanimous (more or less) and, as a result of a certain conversation, I thought that, after all, I had not read so much about this uncle … Maybe it turned out that I had encountered me with the worst of its production and the rest of his work was excellent, or, at least, interesting. Of course, a cautious man is worth two; I wasn’t going to read a tochco like Platform o THE MAP AND THE TERRITORY That, apart from being fat, they were already reviewed in this magnificent blog (where else?); I found the solution in this much thinner while varied The world as supermarket that, in addition, it had the advantage of having passed under the radar predator Hoolebecquiano of my classmates. The occasion painted it, as our grandparents and the characters of Bruguera said …

Now, sure that this book had not yet been reviewed in this blog? As I am a professional of this review, I investigated a bit. It turns out that fellow Francesc Bon had published, more than ten years ago our author’s book Interventionsvaluing it, always generous our Francesc, “as highly recommended.” With the fly dancing behind my ear, I consulted the original title of this book, which turned out to be Interventions 2 And that of the book that I intended to review, that … Let’s see if someone guess it … But yes, my friends: also Interventions! Well, nothing happens, I thought, since Francesc’s was originally published in 2009 and mine, in 1998: simply one is the continuation of the other and that’s it. All in order in the literary ecosystem. Now, a brief examination of the indexes of both books told me that … they had the same content at 50% -and, consequently almost twice as many pages the one that the other; that is, that Michel and their editors (I do not want to attribute all the responsibility of the scam ploy) had taken the first book that, on the other hand, is a compilation of articles by the author already published -mostly in French letters or in Inrockuptiblesin addition to other things, they had added a whole series of articles – and other things – published between 1998 and 2009 and Chimpún, all ready for their worshipers followers will go through box. And if you already think this is a lot Interventions And three in the second … that is, that the scoundrel Michel’s genius included, as his own creation and with Dosingly taken… all rennet, interviews they made in Art press o Humanity! I have to recognize it: I take off my hat before such a reinforced concrete jet … what do I say: titanium! Adamantium!

But well, no matter how The springs of His fans, the important thing, after all, is whether this The world as supermarket It also deserves that great “highly recommended” that the good of Francesc gave his second? part. Well, I don’t know what to tell you, that it is the educated way of expressing that I know: not even. Like the articles of between 1998 and 2009 that were added were the Repeanocha, but these seem rather normal to me, in the best case, not to say loose and erratic. Or loose and routine, which is worse. Some, it is true, I find it more original and even results, like Contemporary architecture as a displacement acceleration vector -The title, in addition to good, is very Hoolebecquiano, but does not hide any metaphor: it is exactly that; the praise of silent cinema that is The lost look oThe absurd creator about the works of Jean CohenPoetic language structure . This is not the only occasion when faces of Michel entrepreneur (the synonyms are ending) monetiza, as they say now, the favors he made to other friendly artists (I want to assume): White work It consists of a series of poems for a mobile and sound installation of 1997. Otherwise, in the block Dead times More suggestive articles coexist, such as the semblance of the radical feminist writer Valerie Solanas – the Topa that shot Andy Warhol – in What are men for?With more or less happening stories –Reduction of retirement age – or authentic bullshit, likeThe German where the French writer discovers, Oh, surprise, that there are towns on the Spanish coast full of retired Germans (I imagine that he fell to a mercadona to buy left over and meet so much Boche, no matter how much he tries to emulate Céline, without getting it). In short, a potpourri

of recycled texts to which it comes to him that neither such denomination is painted (I stay, yes, without reading what Houellebecq of pedophilia thinks, which appears in the “second part” of the book … but look, I think I can pass without knowing it). I cannot finish the review without alluding to the article with which it opens both volumes, originally published in 1992 in French letters and provocatively titled Jacques Prévert is imbecile -I suggest that to provoke the “scandal” between the French literary intellectuality, to which he usually or used to make his gaseous ass with these small ones; Frankly, I don’t know if Sir Prévert, one of the most popular French poets of the twentieth century was a moron (I would say no) and, as Huellebecq intends, hence its great success, since, therefore, I would like the fools who make up the great mass of the population (I would say that either). I just want to remember that at that time the friend Michel also tried to decool enfant terrible

Boratillo, fill in the pools for the Nobel and comical-political actor (more than the second than the first, but I already say that neither so bad). The Nobel will not get it, but one day, the Oscar does do it … or Razzie, which would also be appropriate. Ojocuidao, which turns out that the great Michel Houellebecq, that personal marketing genius, that eagle of the self -aking and to take the rooms even to the stones, which leaves the crryptobros, the technoobros and the gymbros in panties, did it again: there is a third book, More interventions composed of … Let’s see if you guess: the texts that already come out in the first two more a few equally recovered texts

of the paper of various media and … Tachán: no less than three new interviews (one of them with Frédéric Beigbeder, another that dances)! Michel, I must admit, you are not a genius: you are the fucking messiah.