Saturday, December 7, 2024

Houellebeceq and Walls

What better time than this weekend's gilded reopening of the Notre Dame Cathedral to finally discuss France's answer to Hank Moody, the always strange but strangely quite enjoyable Michel Houellebecq. Houellebecq (which is kind of a lot to have to type for some reason so henceforth I shall refer to him as H, not to be confused with Hank Moody of course, or with Helga or Heinrich) is probably not only the most famous modern writer in France but maybe even the world. Now I don't mean famous like J. K. Rowling or the Twilight lady famous. I mean famous for writing good books that are interesting and get people talking and enflame tensions (as they say) and cause controversy and all that other good stuff (yes J. K. causes controversy but that's because she is a bigot and it has nothing to do with her books except that the only reason we know she's a bigot is because she's famous [the other kind of famous] from writing those books).

Apparently a lot of people really don't like H because he kind of comes across as a misogynist and because of (at least) books like Soumission he is also called an Islamophobe. He's also kind of controversial because of his enfant terrible provocative persona which includes going to press conferences drunk and making passes at female reporters. And then there's the whole gratuitous use of weird sex scenes in basically all of his books. It seems that there are people who try to argue that it's super deep and has important connections to exploring societal decay. I personally would call it "provocation as a literary tool". Unfortunately it's a little overused and if that's really what he's going for he should probably use it a bit more sparingly because you kind of get desensitized to the whole thing.

Another common theme that one hears about H is that he is a modern prophet. La carte et le territoire is often claimed to have foretold the rise of digital art and that stupid NFT thing that thankfully died out a year or two ago. There's also the rise of celebrity culture but IMO this isn't so much prophesizing as just exaggerating what was already happening in 2010. Then there's Soumission which is one of his more famous novels and definitely brought up in the prophet theme. There it's about a Muslim political party coming to power in France and the country becoming "Islamic" (I guess?) very quickly and is partly an examination of the rise of political Islam in France. The thing here is that it came out literally the exact same day that the Charlie Hebdo office was attacked by Muslim Extremists in Paris and 12 people died including (I've heard) H's best friend or something like that. Finally (well not finally as in it's the only other example but finally as in it's the last one that I have the appetite to mention now) there's Sérotonine. This is an interesting book for several reasons and there are many arguably prophetic things about it but I think the most commonly raised is that in the book's climax the protagonist's (an agricultural scientist who has become sympathetic to the local farmers in Normandy because their traditional way of life is not just "threatened" but basically can no longer congruently exist in modern society) farmer friend leads an uprising with other farmers who feel they have nowhere to go and they try to stop the import of cheap foreign dairy. So the thing is that everyone in the media sees a direct link from this to the gilets jaunes protests that for a long while brought Paris to a stand-still in around 2018-2019. But if you read that book it had almost nothing to do with French agriculture or the fact that globalization is helping to destroy it. It was just an example he chose and the point was economic inequality, the decline of rural France in general, and (most importantly as it is a theme tying through all of H's books) the erosion of meaning in a secular society (which is really what Sérotonine is about).

Which finally brings us to H's most recent book, Anéantir (which is translated as Annihilation for some reason even though it should really be Annihilate but I digress). I just finally finished Anéantir and let me tell you it's a doozy. Now I'm no literature expert and when reading a book in French I really probably only understand 80% of the words if I'm lucky. But Anéantir is gold (despite one misstep which we will get to in due course). The novel has what seems at first glance to be the standard middle aged slightly depressed with of course strange sexual appetites (but nothing compared to most of H's protagonists) main character that we know and loathe from the books of H past. But Paul Raison is reasonable (lol!) and dare I say it, almost likeable? He is some kind of government employee who is the personal assistant to the successful finance minister Bruno Juge (who is very obviously based on the real finance minister Bruno Le Maire (lol!)). I can't go through everything in the book because SO MUCH HAPPENS (we also randomly read through at least a dozen of Paul Raison's dreams) but the important bit that ties a lot of it together is that there is some kind of secret group that none of the world's intelligence agencies have any clue about that is committing terrorist-like attacks that are quite baffling. It concerns our characters in multiple ways. The first "attack" is not an attack in the traditional sense because it's only some kind of hyper realistic video that is put online of Bruno being decapitated and it's spread all over the Internet. But then also Paul's dad, who has recently had a stroke and can no longer speak or move his body of his own volition, is a former French intelligence officer (since retired). The attacks become more brutal in that they eventually become actual attacks and people actually die. Another strange thing about this book in the context of the H literary universe is that despite all the sadness (Paul gets cancer and dies at the end of the book -- oops, spoiler alert -- and his brother commits suicide, and his father has a stroke that paralyzes him, and he mistakenly has a brief sexual encounter with his sister's daughter among other not-exactly-happy things) it's a pretty happy book in a lot of ways. Paul and his sensible, prudent estranged wife Prudence (lol!) live in the same house but haven't so much as touched each other in a decade and live in separate rooms and don't even really communicate. But his father's stroke seems to be the catalyst that starts bringing them together and over about 800 pages they slowly (and then very quickly) fall back in love and the last 100 pages of the book are basically in my opinion a sad+happy and beautiful philosophical "treatise" (I doubt that's the word) on a man coming to terms with his death.

But now the fatal flaw that almost ruined the book for me. So this is supposed to be serious literature. A lot of H's books (including this one!) are very funny sometimes and basically his entire oeuvre is satire. But the content and the topics and everything is kind of serious, even if the way it's portrayed is sometimes a little goofy. But plagiarism is too much! And from a 1990's video game!? Now, I'll accept that maybe -- just maybe -- it's a giant coincidence and that Michel Houellebecq didn't spend hours playing Police Quest III: The Kindred in the early 90's. But how else do you explain the following?

In Anéantir, as you'll recall, there are these attacks going on which had started before Paul's dad Édouard's stroke. At some point later on when Paul is at the family home going through documents for some reason (I can't remember why), he comes across some strange looking files that he somehow thinks are related to the attacks. They include Baphomet:


Baphomet is some kind of deity that's been incorporated into all kinds of occult traditions. Anyways, Paul shows it to his dad who can now somewhat communicate by blinking his eyes "yes" and he seems to confirm that it has to do with the attacks. So Paul calls up his father's spy friends and shows them the document and eventually, because of the pentagram on his forehead that is I guess an important part of this cult or whatever it is, they use that and the locations of the previous attacks to know where the next one is going to take place and prevent it.


Unfortunately I just couldn't help myself from laughing at this part. Because this is THE EXACT PLOT AND WAY THAT YOU SOLVE THE MURDERS in Police Quest III: The Kindred (written by former police officer Jim Walls).



But besides that? Great novel, 10/10, would read again.

Tuesday, November 26, 2024

Germany

More than one year ago Pemulis changed jobs. By the grace of God and the power of capital markets that have no connection whatsoever to economic fundamentals said job still exists today. By law you must have health insurance in Germany. Not having it is just plain verboten. Pemulis's old job ended on September 30th, 2023 and his new job began (because it was a Monday) on October 2nd, 2023. The astute reader will notice that for one day -- October 1st, 2023 -- he was without health insurance. Which is clearly, as we say in Germany,* a faux pas.

Having been a German resident for some 10 years at that point, Pemulis was cognizant that this one unemployed day could (nay, would) pose a serious problem for the powers-that-be in the German bureaucracy and beyond. And so he carefully planned for attempting to avoid such a complicating (and illegal) factor and spent many trying hours with the Krankenversicherungs people trying to arrive at a solution for what would be done about that ominous potentially uninsured day at the beginning of October.

Phone calls were had. Many of them. E-mails were written. It was suggested at one point that Pemulis work with his new employer to try to change the start date from October 2nd to October 1st (a Sunday). Ze German representatives of said employer in Germany said "Nein! That is a Sonntag! You will start on Montag!". "But my health insurance!" pleaded Pemulis. But rules be rules.

The lovely folks at Health Insurance R Us (or some German equivalent) finally caved and said look, you have two options: you can pay for that one day which we don't recommend because if you don't have income on that day then you just have to prove that you don't have income on that day and then you won't have to pay. And Pemulis said great I'll take that option. But then the only way to prove you don't have income is to apply for Arbeitslos (unemployment) support for one day but then that affects your future taxes and all this undesirable stuff so Pemulis said Listen, I'd be happy to pay for this one day. And they said OK but it's not the best idea because you'll be charged the maximum. OK.

And then nothing happened. Everyone went about their business, life continued, and no one ever heard about the problem again. The Krankenversicherungs people were seemingly happy. They said nothing. No bill was sent. No money was taken out of Pemulis's bank account. The problem just faded into the background.

Until November 15th, 2024.

November 15th (13.5 months after the fact), the Krankenversicherungs people noticed a problem. At one point, more than one year ago, for 24 hours, Pemulis lacked health insurance. This is verboten. The Krankenversicherung was displeased. The government would be unhappy. There would be forms to fill out. There would be problems. This did not bode well.

Eventually Pemulis would be face to face with a nameless representative of the Krankenversicherung.

"I know it's ridiculous" sighed the representative.

But you need to make a choice: you can either pay for the one day (but it will be the maximum amount! [normally it is a percentage of your income but without any income you either don't pay at all -- but have to prove no income -- or you pay the maximum) or you prove that you had no income on that day so many months ago. Pemulis thought he had already made that choice (in fact he'd completely forgotten about it since it was, you know, about 14 months ago). He said "I will pay". The representative said OK, you must fill out these 914 forms. And he did.

One week later a bill arrived. The bill. For Pemulis's health insurance for one day from 14 months ago. And it was painful. It was difficult. But the 7 euros and 12 cents were transferred to the Krankenversicherung and all was again right in the Bundesrepublik.

Thursday, May 30, 2024

Wednesday, May 29, 2024

Oh and, I've gone to New York City, and I am all alone

Wow if I'd only waited it really would have all made sense. In a previous post on GWMD, there was a whole thing about the song A Murder of One and how it ends with

I have been to Paris and I have
Been to Rome
And I have gone to London
And I am, all alone

But when Adam Duritz would sing that song in different cities he would add on after the "I have gone to London" part a line that was like "I've gone to [current city where the concert is]". So like when I was a young high school student back in 1999 or so [ed: actually it was May 31st, 2000, at the Jack Breslin Student Center] and I drove the minivan down to East Lansing, Michigan to see a Counting Crows concert he literally sang "I've been to East Lansing!" (funny right?). But more importantly, the 1998 live album Across a Wire: Live in New York City contains the most well known live version of A Murder of One where the song ends of course with "... I've gone to New York City, and I am, all alone".

I'm starting to wonder if the founders / executives / planners / whoever is in charge of such things for my present employer also wanted to experience some connection to this moment of 1990's pop culture. But then again that hardly makes any sense whatsoever.

What did for sure happen though, is that I finally after 40 odd years of waiting, through the generosity [?] of the investors in my employer visited New York City during the last week of April. It was sunny, warm, a pleasant Spring week, and NYC was much more calm than the movies would have had me believe. It probably helped that my hotel and workplace were conveniently located in the West Village next to the Hudson River where I could quickly pop into Hermès during the lunch hour and grab a $900 t-shirt that I might wear to a trendy rooftop bar after work and consume a $35 cocktail consisting of mostly ice cubes and lime juice.

I walked through Central Park on a warm afternoon, didn't get robbed, went jogging along the river, biked with some friends on the CitiBikes through the park and then later from the office into Brooklyn over the Manhattan Bridge, and visited the Chelsea Market for a few lunches. All very contrived but fun!

The End