Poor man's J.G. Ballard

Wow, never even noticed that, now that you point it out it's pretty obvious.

Beautiful.

This particular cycle seems to have started after his dog Clement (may his memory be a blessing) died, back in early 2011. In September of the same year, Houellebecq disappeared for a few days while he was supposed to be doing a book tour. This incident actually led to the production of a movie in which the incident was explained as him having been kidnapped by a gang of gypsies. If you look at him in the movie (it's great, by the way), it's obvious that he was in a moderately advanced stage of degeneration already. That seems to have peaked with the release of Soumission. His publicity photos from that period were pretty shocking. I could hardly believe what I was seeing.

How does one degenerate like that so quickly? It's like he's a wizard, casting a death spell on himself.

Having a routine similar to this probably. And on top of that he probably took shitty care of himself. He was talking about how bad his teeth were and losing them and how it made him look like shit in an interview I read right around the release of Soumission.

I don't see the resemblance

>He famously claims to be indifferent to the honours and attention he attracts. As we chat on the steps, a BBC film crew buzzes around us. Houellebecq waves them away with his fag smoke and we start to talk about dogs, in particular, his faithful pet, a Pembroke corgi called Clement, who has been left behind in the author's home near Dublin.

>'This is one of the difficulties of fame and travelling,' says Houellebecq. 'It is always hard to abandon him.' Houellebecq reminds me that this is the same breed as the Queen's dogs ('I am more English than the English', he jokes lamely). Then, for a brief moment, he looks genuinely near to tears, raising his doe eyes heavenward. 'The love of a dog is a pure thing,' he says. 'He gives you a trust which is total. You must not betray it.'

>Then, for a brief moment, he looks genuinely near to tears, raising his doe eyes heavenward. 'The love of a dog is a pure thing,' he says. 'He gives you a trust which is total. You must not betray it.'
;_;

>poor man's Osteen

>tfw no slavpoo gf