Photography Vincent Ferrane published in Telerama No. 3174 Michel Houellebecq, an immense talent recognized belatedly hailed by the Prix Goncourt 2010. Successful critical and commercial success of the public.
In beginning reading map and territory, I had that feeling comfortable to enter a powerful book. Style with long sentences who reminded me that of Sagan for its fluidity, its wry and ironic tone I was immediately enchanted, that's how the book begins:
"Jeff Koons had just risen from his seat, his arms thrown forward in a burst of enthusiasm. Assis in front of him on a white leather sofa partially covered with silk, a little packed on himself, Damien Hirst seemed about to make an objection, and his face was ruddy, gloomy. Both were dressed in costume Black - one of Koons, pinstripe - a white shirt and black tie. Between the two men, on the coffee table was placed a basket of candied fruit which neither one nor the other paid no attention; Hirst drank a Budweiser Light.
Behind them, a bay window opening onto a landscape of tall buildings which formed a gigantic tangle Babylonian polygons, to the ends of the horizon, the night was bright, the air of absolute clarity. It might have been in Qatar or Dubai, the decoration of the room was actually inspired by a publicity photograph, taken from a publication of German luxury, hotel Emirates of Abu Dhabi.
The front of Jeff Koons was slightly shiny; Jed stump to brush, stepped back from three not. There was definitely a problem with Koons. Hirst was essentially easy to grasp: we could do so brutal, cynical, like "I shit on you from the top of my money" could also do rebellious artist (but still rich) continuing work on distressed death, there was finally in his face something of blood and heavy, typically English, which approached the base of a fan of Arsenal. In sum there were different aspects, but that could combine the coherent picture, representable, a typical British artist of his generation. While Koons seemed to bring him something twice as an insurmountable contradiction between the cunning ordinary technical sales and exaltation of the ascetic. It had been three weeks since Jed retouched expression Koons rising from his seat, his arms thrown forward in a burst of enthusiasm as if trying to convince Hirst, it was as difficult as painting a Mormon pornographer ".
Here is a successful entry into the field, after the novel is equally delectable. It surprises third party when the book turns into an investigation. We appreciate the mocking and very accurate description of the art world contemporary critics, his press officers (the Marilyn's character is to die for!) and its merchants. The writer also highlights the surreal side can reach the artworks, to the surprise of the artist who produces them. Jed, contemporary artist and protagonist of the book seems to be the hidden side of a portrait of the author. This is supplemented by Michel Houellebecq himself appears in the book as a writer in the service of the artist. Exchanges between the artist and the writer creates a double gaze fixed on the world interesting. The humor and irony regularly punctuate the book, which to some may make it entertaining (Notably through the passage of baroque and downright funny evening at Jean-Pierre Pernaut). Nevertheless, our analysis Houellebecq company a callous and offers a few exciting future. As usual, the author bother pointing to the symptoms of anxiety consumer society, devoid of beauty and spirituality.
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