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Houellebecq's "Whatever"
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Houellebecq's "Whatever"

Some really clear thinking here in this thread.

I'm yet to delve into the world of Michel Houellebecq. He looks interesting and has come up recently.

When I was in my early 20's, I fell in love with a girl who was entirely transcendent, and entirely dysfunctional in every possible way. Love was not possible. And I wondered why could she not communicate me with me directly?

Jump forward many years and I went to Russia, and met many Russian women who showed me what love was and direct communication was possible and even necessary; they showed me that love is love.

Somehow in the west, love has been confused with sex. It is all about the nihlistic meat. We forget what a sexual religion Christianity was/is! So much guilt, repression and crazy ideas obsessing people in the west for so many centuries! And so now it seems to me that love has been "fucked" into this selfish over individuated meat space. But I also think this process has been going on for a very long time.

This is an excerpt from a thesis about John Wilmont's works (you may have seen the movie "Libertine" with Johnny Depp), he was pretty much the first person to write about sex in the english language way back in the 17th century.

http://www.ealasaid.com/fan/rochester/thesis.html

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Rochester’s attack on artifice continues in "A Letter Fancied from Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country", but this time in a somewhat different manner. Here, he not only takes on the voice of a woman, but explains that women are born free and intelligent, but voluntarily chose to act foolishly. This differs from the belief generally prevalent in the period that women were naturally foolish and weak-willed. While the poem does express several opinions characteristic of the sexism of the age, the mourning over society women’s artifice and voluntary enslavement is not only suited to Rochester’s general hatred of hypocrisy, but holds a suggestion of protofeminism.

The poem opens with Artemisia considering the dangers of writing in verse (she is doing so by her friend Chloe’s command). First and foremost is the risk, regularly illustrated by "the men of wit"(l. 5) of attempting to write well, failing, and losing what little reputation for wit one possessed before:

How many bold adventurers for the bays,Proudly designing large returns of praise,Who durst that stormy, pathless world explore,Were soon dashed back, and wrecked on the dull shore,Broke of that little stock they had before! (ll. 6-11)

There is always the danger of extending oneself and, in failing, doing lasting damage to one’s reputation. Indeed, as she cautions herself, "whore is scarce a more reproachful name than poetess." However, she soon decides that the pleasure of doing something unwise is too great a temptation to resist, and carries on with the main part of her letter: a discussion of the follies of her fellow town-dwellers.

"She begins by mourning for "that lost thing, love" (l. 38), which has been horribly corrupted by "ill-bred customs" (l. 39), but soon passes on to the main theme, "what yet more a woman’s heart would vex" (l. 54), the folly of womankind:

Our silly sex! who, born like monarchs free, Turn gypsies for a meaner liberty,And hate restraint, though but from infamy.They call whatever is not common, nice,And deaf to nature’s rule, or love’s advice,Forsake the pleasure to pursue the vice. (56-61)

Rather than being pleased with their natural state, women forsake the liberty they are born with to pursue vice and "whatever is not common," lowering themselves in the process. Rather than appreciating their queen-like freedom, women "turn gypsies" in order to gain a different, but lesser, freedom. They disregard what is natural and even love itself to pursue "infamy" and "vice," they give up good things to pursue bad. Line 61 is a nod toward libertine philosophy: pleasure is presented as something to be pursued. In fact, the entire section can be read as a recommendation to a libertine lifestyle: the good things the women give up are freedom and what is natural and pleasurable. Artemisia is unclear about what she means by "vice," but her description of the things she disapproves of, such as artificiality, suggests that she means unnatural activities which are not prompted by reason or love."
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Houellebecq's "Whatever"

One point to make about the title. In English, it is "Whatever," which reflects the attitude of the narrator. But the original title translates to "Extension of the Domain of the Struggle." This phrase seems meaningless, like a rallying cry for hippies, but it appears in the oft-quoted passage about liberalism and the sexual market:

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Economic liberalism is an extension of the domain of the struggle, its extension to all ages and all classes of society. Sexual liberalism is likewise an extension of the domain of the struggle, its extension to all ages and all classes of society
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Houellebecq's "Whatever"

I'm almost done with Elementary Particles.

Incredible: clear thoughts, astute observations, compelling story, this guy speaks the truth about relationships.

It's the clearest example of how fucked society is when women are free to slut around. The kids of these women turn out to be the betas/omegas of today...the story focuses on two sons whose mother was a poster child for the raging whore/free lover of the 60's. And they turn out messed up and emotionally backwards because of it. It actually gives me some sympathy for the beta/omega stereotypes that get lambasted around here. They have their issues, and a lot are unresolvable because of mommy.

**So I'm just about finished with Elementary Particles and brought another book of his, Atomized, down with me. I bought them real quick in a bookstore just as I was leaving for my month long trip. Just moments ago, I read the summary of Atomized...it's the same fucking book with a different title. Jesus, and there is no way I'm finding a Houllebecq book in English around here. And I drug that brick with me in my packed to the brim bag. Double Fuck.
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Houellebecq's "Whatever"

Quote: (01-17-2012 01:03 PM)Basil Ransom Wrote:  

I'm also sympathetic to Houellebecq on religion. If I've read him correctly, he thinks that the life it once offered is superior to our contemporary hollow existence, even though religion is false.

^ Ernest Becker touches upon this very idea in "The Denial of Death."

he says that men used to be able to find their heroism (something to idolise or take solace in) in god. By associating himself with god, a man could rest easy knowing that his actions were ultimately for a higher purpose.

With the death of religion, man seeks to find himself in other people, most especially women. When a man seeks to find himself through women his efforts are disappointed because women aren't gods. And beings who are deified cannot long withstand godhood. It gets a little kooky for sure. But I think he was totally on the money when he said that beings who aren't meant to be gods (humans, women) cannot withstand the deification process and ultimately disappoint those around them by being imperfect.

I think a lot of us have undergone watching someone we idealised (women on a pedestal, parent or a childhood hero) turn out to be less than we thought they were.

Food for thought.

I will be checking my PMs weekly, so you can catch me there. I will not be posting.
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Houellebecq's "Whatever"

we are now trapped in a world of kids. Old kids. The disappearance of patrimonial transmission means that an old guy today is just a useless ruin. The thing we value most of all is youth, which means that life automatically becomes depressing, because life consists, on the whole, of getting old.
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