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will love Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. I would call this The Stranger with porn. Both start with the death of the narrator's parent. Both end with a senseless murder and the protagonist more thoroughly alienated than ever. It's what happens in between, I guess, that sets the two books apart. In the case of Platform, what happens is mostly in between the heroine's thighs. There is some comedy, too. Mustn't forget that. ( )Usually I feel sorry for people who don't read. This book made me sorry that I do. Superficial, laboured and dull. Second and final chance for Houellebecq. Is he an attention-grabbing poseur or a boundary-challenging iconoclast? He is a poseur, and a narrow-minded one at that. Any book that contains not one but two anonymous "big black men" is sloppy, and the sex just comes across as wishful thinking. some nice and critical reflections on society, sometimes depressing, sometimes badly written scenes, very explicit about sex. the good thing about the book is that the main character is somewhat of a anti-hero, and you don't really like him, which is difficult, because it is written from the I-perspective. The story is alright with a cruel ending. It contains a lot of explicit sexual scenes, even when absolutely does not add value to the story. A lot of scenes are written badly, most contemplations on society are written very well. Houellebecq is France's Chuck Palahniuk, right down to the unpronounceable last name. Palahniuk spices up his flat writing style with typically American sensationalism: explosions, trick endings, beauty queens gone bad. Houellebecq uses sex, then more sex, and a little more sex, and an lack of PCness that only a European could get away with. Houellebecq's protagonists, unlike Palahniuk's, never rise above the ordinary, remaining plain, pathetic men right to the depressing end. And finally, unlike the rather quirky Palahniuk, Houellebecq is advertised as The Real Thing, a bonafide drunk, mysoginist, nihilistic nympho author targeted by the Arab world as an enemy of Islam. Reading Plateforme, one gets the impression that the distance between Houellebecq and his narrator is further than the media would have you believe. He too seems tired of his narrator and his plot by the end of the work. I like his purposefully plain narrative style and enjoy the titillation, but if you come to this book looking for more than that, looking for American explosions or true degeneracy, you will be disappointed. no reviews | add a review
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