As a Houellebecq 'fan' I found this book by Ben Jeffery disappointing and misleading. Although Jeffery does focus
to some extent on Houellebecq's novels and other writings, overall his book exploits Houellebecq in order to make the rather predictable point that pessimism and cynicism are flawed. Long tracts of Jeffery's book have nothing to do with Houellebecq but are instead cheerleader promotions for the work of David Foster Wallace, along with some inevitable bowing to the Current King of Correct Thinking, Slavoj Zizek. I don't think Jeffery really gets Houellebecq, nor does he have much in-depth grasp of the wider territory of 'depressive realism' (no Thomas Hardy, Camus, Beckett, Cioran, Dienstag, John Gray, et al.). Beckett in particular (and Simon Critchley's Beckettian analysis in his book 'Very Little') would have enlivened Jeffery's defence of art in the light of its pointlessness. Unfortunately there is too much self-serving masturbatory waffle in this book, which fails to analyse the point that most if not all of us favour philosophies or positions that project or mesh with our personalities and deep biases. Depressives do tend towards dark, nihilistic writing, optimists to Panglossian positions, and the pseudo-wise to quasi-balanced views, and each of us has his or her uncritical intellectual favourite texts and 'sacred' views. Pity too that the publication of Jeffery's book coincided with that of the English translation of 'The Map and the Territory'. Jeffery fails to 'drill down' into Houellebecq, as they say, and almost certainly possesses a moderate personality that seeks a fair-minded but somewhat boring conclusion. But a highlighting of the term 'depressive realism' goes some way to calling for more attention to writers like Houellebecq, so all is not lost here.