This is where I want to live…

The Elementary Particles…

Même en anglais, j’adore Houellebecq:

Women who turned twenty in the late sixties found themselves in a difficult position when they hit forty. Most of them were divorced and could no longer count on the conjugal bond—whether warm or abject—whose decline they had served to hasten. As members of a generation who—more than any before—had proclaimed the superiority of youth over age, they could hardly claim to be surprised when they, in turn, were despised by succeeding generations. As their flesh began to age, the cult of the body, which they had done so much to promote, simply filled them with an intensifying disgust for their own bodies—a disgust they could see mirrored in the gaze of others.
The men of their generation found themselves in much the same position, yet this common destiny fostered no solidarity. At forty, they continued to pursue young women—with a measure of success, at least for those who…had attained a certain position, whether intellectual, financial or social. For women, their mature years brought only failure, masturbation and shame.

Source: New York Review of Books

Synecdoques Érotiques

Mon nouveau blog… juste là

Ce qui ne condamne pas celui-ci, même s’il se repose depuis un long moment…

Dexies & Dolly

J’ai failli rater mon arrêt de train parce que j’étais plongé dans la relecture de Dexies & Dolly d’Olivier Benyahya. Mais attention, pas n’importe quelle relecture… J’avais fini ce roman 10 minutes plus tôt, mais trop triste de devoir le quitter je me suis remis immédiatement à le relire!

C’est V. qui me l’a tendu dans la libraire. Forcément au dos il y avait cette phrase: Il m’était impossible de faire comme si Naja était une chaise. Ca ne pouvait que me plaire.

Mais elle m’a dit, après la lecture des première phrases, finalement, ne le lit pas car il parle de toi…

C’est peut-être pour ça que j’ai été si triste d’arriver à la dernière page. Bien que. En fait, c’est pire. Car ce n’est pas moi que je quittais, c’est celui que j’aurais aimé être…