When I finished reading Platform I had the feeling of having found a little cocky type oberbio ys, ruthless also despite his cynicism, lucid, especially what doubt. When I finished elementary particles I had the same type also cynical and unbelieving, the same fine analyst of the best and the worst human emotions, both physical and mental. Now finish The Possibility of an Island and again I am deeply sad that the author already knew that, in effect, but much more pessimistic , much less corrosive in spite of everything, much more disappointed, even tragic . But beyond these attitudes, I have now seen an author who may have tried to overcome this lack of communication of which he complained in 1995 in an article included in The world as a supermarket in which he wrote Michelle Houellebecq that "the propensity to collapse that shows the creativity in the arts is just another face of the impossibility, as contemporary, conversation. is as if, in ordinary conversation, the direct expression of a feeling, a emotion or an idea had become impossible to be too vulgar . Everything has to go through the distorting filter of humor, a humor that ends up turning into the void and silence becoming tragic. " Until the appointment of Houellebecq chemical. And this "express directly" Daniel1 now, the central character in this novel, near the end, it is true, which continues to suggest some reluctance, but without giving rise to misunderstandings: his "life story", the autobiography we discover who is reading and continues Daniel25 Daniel24 2,000 years after it was written, is for after the confession of the author still believe, despite everything, love . After all, a belief that Daniel1, nostalgia rather told that emotion is unable to experience, is what drives Daniel25 to finally abandon its existence autotrophic, absolutely self-absorbed and pointless, only disturbed by a message mail sent from a remote location of the post-apocalyptic Earth (which somehow reminds us to also apocalyptic story of Ballard "ICU"), which makes it out of his impregnable prison for, at the risk of his life, trying to find it again. Mission: Impossible, that is the tragedy. Only the relationship with his dog Fox (also cloned) is somewhat similar to the human emotion pursued, that is the irony. What happened to Houellebecq, has become a sentimental? Well, basically I think it has never ceased to be, despite the facade of cynicism and acidity with which almost always come to protect. In any case, is still far from resembling Gustavo Martín Garzo, will not believe. And humor is here, of course, even the protagonist is a cartoonist of success, great success, paradoxically, if we consider that their assemblies are counted each nonsense (a comedian, of course, by the way, with the title of only one of these assemblies, one of Cómeme Gaza Strip, shows much more talent and more bad blood in all the little jokes that seals that mark in Palahniuk Snuff , his last novel). While humor is a jaded, sorry, and as Houellebecq said many years ago, ends in silence without reference to artistic and intimate, existential in this case. Despite this dominant mood "hot", we also see them truly stories funny, hilarious some of them as "marketing strategies" for example, to promote the new religion that eventually succeed universally or characterization that is making the characters that make up its top management. reflection in this novel are intelligent and very provocative, challenging goads to the myths of literature and culture in general, those things that so little is usually lavished on the fiction that the more we recommend ... And while the language I have noticed something less elaborate, more carefree, in the service of storytelling, perhaps, in any case which is not bad in itself, it is really interesting structure of which Houellebecq has endowed his novel. Oh, and the sex scenes are great, whatever it says Gullón Germain. And the final comment beautiful in all its desolation. Do not miss it.
