Especially if one does not read critically, this unauthorised biography-so-far of Michel Houellebecq can pass for reading worthy. It’s a journalist’s writing. On itself there’s nothing wrong with journalism, but this has more of a ‘tabloid in the wrong sense of the word smelly’. Demonpion has done his research, he has spoken to many people, mainly former colleagues, former students, former high school classmates, former employers and people of and surrounding his family a.s.o., I mean etcetera. What he deduces from this wide range of conversations and interviews, is an understanding of Houellebecq’s behaviour, his character, and almost on the side he relates elements of his private life to fragments in his novels. I have got the feeling Demonpion keeps going in circles, lost in details, telling a song with far more refrains than verses and with not much distinction between ‘m – how unclear do you want a biography to be. The paradox as I have noticed, is: from this biography you get a sense that the person Thomas and the author Houellebecq have a much higher quality level than this his very biography. JM