A review by ichirofakename
Sérotonine by Michel Houellebecq

3.0

Disappointing, in that it is totally lacking his trademark breathtaking otherness of setting. Also nothing happens forever. But then in the last quarter it picks up quite a bit, as the narrator succumbs to and analyzes his own depression, and gets morbidly philosophical. And, at least, he still relishes saying the unsayable. Probably for fans only.