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Our Assessment:
B- : sometimes stylish, sometimes amusing, but rather too self-important and -indulgent See our review for fuller assessment.
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Public Enemies is a back and forth between two leading French public intellectuals (emphasis on the public) as they exchange letters over several months, exchanging thoughts, memories, and wallowing together in the how difficult it is to be so prominently and widely vilified.
Michel Houellebecq is the now-also-Goncourt-winning author of notorious works such as The Elementary Particles (UK title: Atomised), widely seen as a curmudgeonly misanthrope.
Bernard-Henri Lévy -- apparently popularly known by his initials, BHL -- has dabbled in writing, journalism, philosophizing, and film-making, with varying success (he explains, at some length, in these pages how he was robbed of the Goncourt -- but in the US is probably better Few other writers are abused as much as I am.But, of course, Lévy and Houellebecq are not like 'plenty of other people', stoically enduring the abuse ..... Ah, yes: So there you have it, I will have to put up with being Houellebecq to the end, with all that entails.What no doubt helps -- as Houellebecq does own up to -- is an "extraordinary overestimation of myself". And so they can confidently assert: When all this has calmed down, long after we are dead, some future historian will be able to draw some great lesson from the fact that we both, and at much the same time, have comfortably filled the role of public enemies. I don't feel able to expand on the idea, it's just an intuition, one that still seems strange to me: but I believe that the person who manages to work out why the two of us, so different from each other, became the chief whipping boys of our era in France will, in doing so, understand many things about the history of France during this period.Mind you, there's something to that -- though one wonders if these two really will go down as the 'chief whipping boys' in France of that era; obviously, the perspective is a rather different one in France itself, where they do frequently figure in the intellectual tabloids and the media, but Lévy, in particular, seems to exist solely because of the spotlight, and is a figure who surely will quite quickly fade once he's out of it, quickly forgotten like yesterday's B-actors. (Amusingly, Lévy is (sensibly) concerned about his literary estate and how it will be abused -- "Whatever measures you take, there will be a bug, a failure, a ruse, a grimace on the part of history, and your journal, like everybody else's, will end up in IMEC ... " -- but his concern is rather presumptuous; the papers will surely be archived, but as to whether anyone will care .....) Indeed, there's surely a great deal of additional intellectual enmity in France in which others figure equally prominently: Lévy is hardly the only one who can claim: "Having the pack at your heels -- I think I know about that". But, refracting all experience merely through themselves, these two can't help but see themselves as massive foci of the universe. Fortunately, the exchanges occasionally move beyond this topic, and both Houellebecq and Lévy offer some interesting thoughts and reflections on literature and politics; there's also some biographical material of interest, as the two deal with, among other things, their mothers (Houellebecq) and fathers. But biographical detail remains very selective, as they only focus on what they want to focus on; Houellebecq is better at the soul-baring stuff (of course, that's part of his spiel, regardless of the venue), while Lévy's carefully chosen anecdotes come across as more manipulatively leading. Some of this is quite well-written and presented, and Houellebecq, in particular, can be agreeably sharp-witted, but the epistolary form -- not quite dialogue, not quite essays -- limits the effectiveness of the whole exercise, and it's not nearly as revealing (or heated) as one might have hoped. Worth a look for readers interested in French culture at the beginning of the twenty-first century (which, as Houellebecq notes, can't exactly be trumpeted as any sort of heyday ...), Public Enemies is of rather limited interest (and entertainment value). - M.A.Orthofer, 1 April 2012 - Return to top of the page - Public Enemies:
- Return to top of the page - French author Michel Houellebecq was born in 1958. - Return to top of the page -
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