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nazaalopz's review against another edition
3.0
Final predecible, tal vez. Creo que no es la intención de Houellebeq ocultarlo en ningún momento, y no afecta en la historia saber desde un inicio que sin importar las dosis de antidepresivos que Florent ingiera este no cambia.
Me es difícil pensar en la existencia de alguien que se refiere a sí mismo como demasiado simple, y que culpa a la complejidad del mundo. Alguien con tan poco aprecio a sí mismo y a la misma vez tan ególatra.
Paralelamente la historia cae en el romanticismo, a Houellebecq, en mi impresión, le gusta examinar a sus personajes en su camino por el pasillo muerte (muerte que ellos mismos deciden que ya se aproxima) y hacerlos recorrer los momentos en los que fueron felices (o al menos no infelices), analizar las posibilidades de si no hubieran huido del amor por creer que tenían demasiada vida. Ya ahora sin ánimos, ni juventud, ni belleza, se autoinfligen dolor en recrear presentes alternativos.
“Todo estaba claro, sumamente claro, desde el principio, pero no lo tuvimos en cuenta. ¿Cedimos a ilusionarnos de libertad individual, de vida abierta, de posibilidades infinitas?”
Hay páginas que arrancaría y las pegaría en mi pared para leerlas frecuentemente, pensamientos que uno solo puede llegar a tener en situaciones que claramente no he vivido, y espero no vivir. Esas partes hacen que todo lo demás del libro valga la pena, incluso lo misógino. Serotonina da percepción y visión profunda de una persona en depresión aislada.
Me es difícil pensar en la existencia de alguien que se refiere a sí mismo como demasiado simple, y que culpa a la complejidad del mundo. Alguien con tan poco aprecio a sí mismo y a la misma vez tan ególatra.
Paralelamente la historia cae en el romanticismo, a Houellebecq, en mi impresión, le gusta examinar a sus personajes en su camino por el pasillo muerte (muerte que ellos mismos deciden que ya se aproxima) y hacerlos recorrer los momentos en los que fueron felices (o al menos no infelices), analizar las posibilidades de si no hubieran huido del amor por creer que tenían demasiada vida. Ya ahora sin ánimos, ni juventud, ni belleza, se autoinfligen dolor en recrear presentes alternativos.
“Todo estaba claro, sumamente claro, desde el principio, pero no lo tuvimos en cuenta. ¿Cedimos a ilusionarnos de libertad individual, de vida abierta, de posibilidades infinitas?”
Hay páginas que arrancaría y las pegaría en mi pared para leerlas frecuentemente, pensamientos que uno solo puede llegar a tener en situaciones que claramente no he vivido, y espero no vivir. Esas partes hacen que todo lo demás del libro valga la pena, incluso lo misógino. Serotonina da percepción y visión profunda de una persona en depresión aislada.
tombimbodil's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
medium-paced
2.5
Some compelling passages & commentary on societal alienation, but the pervasive Islamophobia & misogyny jump out in ways that make the work feel disjointed.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Pedophilia
stinekristin's review against another edition
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
2.5
Content Warnings
Graphic: Sexual content and Alcohol
Moderate: Pedophilia, Suicide, and Death of parent
Minor: Drug abuse, Gun violence, Infertility, Misogyny, Sexism, and Suicidal thoughts
magnolyuhh's review against another edition
3.0
“God takes care of us; he thinks of us every minute, and he gives us instructions that are sometimes very precise. Those surges of love that flow into our chests and take our breath away - those illuminations, those ecstasies, inexplicable if we consider our biological nature, our status as simple primates - are extremely clear signs.
And today I understand Christ's point of view and his repeated horror at the hardening of people's hearts: all of these things are signs, and they don't realise it. Must I really, on top of everything, give my life for these wretches? Do I really have to be explicit on that point?
Apparently so.”
And today I understand Christ's point of view and his repeated horror at the hardening of people's hearts: all of these things are signs, and they don't realise it. Must I really, on top of everything, give my life for these wretches? Do I really have to be explicit on that point?
Apparently so.”
just_in_books's review against another edition
dark
reflective
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.75
iancarpenter's review against another edition
2.0
This for me is the beginning of burnout by Houellebecq, a writer I love so much that I've held off on reading books of his so that I have one to turn to when I desperately want him. But here, there was so much that verged on a parody of his obsessions. What felt shockingly, refreshingly frank about his take on male sexuality and relationships and the possibility of happiness, ten years ago, was here so deeply predictable as to provoke eye rolls. You could feel every harsh, depressed, pornographic assessment of a former lover (always women) pages before it came and it feels deeply besides the point. And while the novel is about loneliness and depression and pointlessness the sexual diversions have a lifelessness that for me is starting to feel like its just ground he has trod in every book. The political angles, the mini-revolution in the book comes late enough that I found it hard to care about. And the ending, so very often the stunning part of his books (he's written some of my favourite endings ever), is here only fine and not something that saves or rewards the slog. Virginie Despentes feels like she's taking his oeuvre (sure, minus his on the pulse intellectualism and political focus) and giving it vitality and timely, in your face feminism and understanding of sexuality that for me means she's writing about men better than him in this book. I don't know why he'd write this after her book. It feels maudlin. Ready for something new by a master.