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a worthy meaning through questionable means, 27. November 2004
This is a love story between a woman who every man dreams to meet, and a man who no woman could ever love. No woman but Valerie, who doesn't know what you get for being good and generous. But luckily nowadays there aren't many women left of her kind, maybe only in the imagination of some writer. And even the Flying Dutchmen of the new millennium are just petty nihilist accountants lost in a stormy seas of peep shows and massage parlors. Not even true love, unexpected and undeserved, can save them. Michel is right: you don't get a second chance, it's against the rules of a life that the book unmasks in its real cold appearance. And if it's true that these themes have already been dealt with in the past, perhaps even better than here, Houellebecq does it today, with today's language. And writing about today is always the most difficult thing, especially if you want to face serious and deep issues in a different point from that of a TV talk show. To do it in such a fluent, and at times even funny way (just read the description of the various art projects looking for financing) is a rare and praiseworthy feat, in an age in which marketing imposes its questionable strategies even upon works of art. Houellebecq knows that if you want people to read a book, first you must be able to sell it. In this sense, the pornographic overdose of "Platform", at times more gratuitous than really necessary, is more a means through which to diffuse this book than the end for which it has been written. But it's also the reason why it gets 4 stars instead of 5.
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a worthy meaning through questionable means, 27. November 2004
This is a love story between a woman who every man dreams to meet, and a man who no woman could ever love. No woman but Valerie, who doesn't know what you get for being good and generous. But luckily nowadays there aren't many women left of her kind, maybe only in the imagination of some writer. And even the Flying Dutchmen of the new millennium are just petty nihilist accountants lost in a stormy seas of peep shows and massage parlors. Not even true love, unexpected and undeserved, can save them. Michel is right: you don't get a second chance, it's against the rules of a life that the book unmasks in its real cold appearance. And if it's true that these themes have already been dealt with in the past, perhaps even better than here, Houellebecq does it today, with today's language. And writing about today is always the most difficult thing, especially if you want to face serious and deep issues in a different point from that of a TV talk show. To do it in such a fluent, and at times even funny way (just read the description of the various art projects looking for financing) is a rare and praiseworthy feat, in an age in which marketing imposes its questionable strategies even upon works of art. Houellebecq knows that if you want people to read a book, first you must be able to sell it. In this sense, the pornographic overdose of "Platform", at times more gratuitous than really necessary, is more a means through which to diffuse this book than the end for which it has been written. But it's also the reason why it gets 4 stars instead of 5.
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