Français et Musulmans

imgres.jpgThe American Taliban was a novel about a young man seeking a fuller, more spiritual life, who through a series of seemingly harmless events ends up training and presumably fighting with the Taliban in Afghanistan after 9/11.

Submission by Michel Houellebecq is the near-future story of how, through an unforeseen string of political events, the Moslem Brotherhood comes to power in France. Many of the changes the new Moslem government make are commonly understood but the results of those changes are interesting to contemplate: cut off a few hands and crime goes way down; remove all women from the workforce and unemployment is solved; grant pesky intellectuals a pension three times greater than they might hope for and the opposition retires to the countryside to raise goats.

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Houellebecq on Houellebecq

I have already commented on how much I enjoy the fiction of Michel Houellebecq (see) so I am having a wonderful time reading his novel, The Map and the Territory. The story is of an artist who starts as a painter with little acclaim, switches to photography and becomes famous. and then successfully goes back to painting. Along the way he decides to have a gallery showing and wants to enlist the author, Michel Houellebecq, to write the brochure for the showing.

So the artist flies to Ireland where the author is living and spends some time with him discussing art, painting, photography, literature, critics, and how the Pakistani owner of an Irish restaurant doesn’t know how to cook a gigot of lamb. This entire exchange between the two men, written by the real author Michel Houellebecq, is fascinating and it allows the author to make several statements about art and the art world while still in the context of the novel.

Of course, this is fiction and it is the fictional Houellebecq that expresses his opinions about art and literature.

I know from the cover blurbs that this is a mystery and the artist is going to assist in solving the crime. The reading is fast and smooth and I am enjoying the novel immensely. If you haven’t read Michel Houellebecq, add him to your list.

XFX: The Possibility of an Island

This wasn’t the selection at Experimental Fiction but it definitely could have been. Actually, it was nominated over at the French Literature group on Yahoo but was withdrawn from the reading list at the last moment. Wouldn’t you know that I had just bought and received the book and pretty much was committed to reading it. That isn’t too much of a problem:  the French group already read an earlier novel by Michel Houellebecq (Atomized) and I had read a couple of others so I knew what to expect from the author.

We talked about Houellebecq in an earlier post, the infant terrible of modern French literature, so this is just about the novel (The Possibility of an Island is the novel Iggie Pop was excited about).

Two stoners are exploring an island and begin to imagine a supreme life-form that came down to earth and created life as we know it. Furthermore, they posit that this life-form will return and transform the chosen humans into a new phase of neo-humans. Does this sound somewhat familiar? You have to accept, though, that the narrative is not as straightforward or understandable as this. The way to immortality is through cloning, or a reasonable facsimile of cloning. The narrative appears to be a history of a human before before he was replaced with a neo-human created by cloning to carry on the human’s life. This history is being written by what we surmise to be clone #24 (#1 was the human, the next 23 or more are the clones) and the narratives of the current clone and the original human are woven together to maximize confusion (actually, the chapter headings make things clear).

So when the story starts, the human race has disappeared—died out—and the clones have taken over the planet in the name of their god (who originated in a bag of cannibus). This is a clue that the sect’s scientific experimenting into cloning might have been successful. To keep things straight and to avoid the possibility of life being created outside of the chemistry lab, the clones are not allowed to fraternize and can only communicate with each other using an advanced version of AOL Instant Messenger. It’s not much of a stretch to imagine all communication requiring some digital device (we’re half-way there already).

There is an excellent novel by Joseph McElroy called Plus which involves what you eventually understand is an unmanned space probe that slowly gains knowledge and self-awareness until it begins to function as a new life-form. Perhaps these two books should be read together?

Houellebecq  is a well-known misanthrope and this novel is no different from the others. Just look at the big picture:  a religion started by a couple of horn-dog stoners and later solidified by mendacity, illusion, drugs, and even murder. And then the weak, trusting humans go to their deaths gladly because they have been promised eternal life by a non-existent superior race up in the sky (speaking through the chosen ones on earth, of course). Doesn’t that make you want to sing something from Annie?

I don’t want to compare myself to Iggie Pop (he’s younger … a little) but I can see why this novel made such an impression on him. Remember too that Iggy has published his commentary on Gibbon’s Decline and Fall, so he may look wild but he still can think for himself). Houellebecq, like always, is a bit hard to take unless you enjoy overcast days and roadkill, but when you look under the armadillo, there’s a lot to consider. Many of readers don’t like Houellebecq; but France does; Europe does; Iggy does; and I do.

Certainly worth a try.