The writer publishes Quelques mois dans ma vie (ed. Flammarion), one hundred and twenty hard-hitting and very dark pages in which he returns to his quarrel with the Rector of the Mosque of Paris and he recounts his troubles with the Dutch justice after a sordid story of erotic videos shot in Paris and Amsterdam. The characters have animal names, the vices appear in the form of snakes: it sometimes feels like a painting by Hieronymus Bosch. Michel Houellebecq is intractable with himself and determined not to get carried away in crap commercial operations that rely on his celebrity.
LEFIGARO. - You publish Quelques mois dans ma vie, a kind of confession on two events that disrupted your existence. Your comments on Islam in the magazine Front Populaireand the erotic film shot without your knowledge by a Dutch artist. Why did you write this book? Was it redemption?
Michel HOUELLEBECQ. - Initially, the...
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