I enjoy Houellebecq’s books, although I totally understand why a lot of people hate them. What I really like about them is the way he can write pages and pages of stuff that doesn’t really mean much to me at all (especially when concerning French popular culture or politics) but then all those sudden he will hit me with a scene or even a sentence or just a simile that just floors me. Some lines of his I remember clearly and often think to myself despite it being years since I’ve read them - there aren’t many authors I can say that about.