The Independent reports today that French writer Michel Houellebecq has a new book out. Perhaps the only difference about this satire is that he actually uses his own name.
I first became interested in Michel Houellebecq’s work through his mother, Lucie Ceccaldi. It was after I read an article about their feud. I was stunned by the things that she said about him, the fact that she looks like the type of woman who wouldn’t hurt a fly and that they were both going for each other in the press.
It was a case of curiosity for the work of a writer labelled a "liar, an imposter and a parasite" by his own mother.
I have just written a piece bigging up the 2012 Games in the hope of slicing through the cynicism. The Bishop of Barking reckons that cynicism could rise up until two weeks before the opening ceremony. That’s a little less than two years of increased negativity! I’ve given it a shot in less than 300 words. It's only going out through pro-Olympic networks, so I'm probably only raving to the converted.
FYI: This is what you’ll now see if you pass through Stratford station: