This is what Houellebecq constantly describes through literature, the extension of thought embodied by Huxley ('30s) into Lennon ('60s), which H's own mother believed in, and left him raised by his grandparents, and when his characters live the same lifestyle, find deadening
Within H.'s "lived experience," the utopia of "Imagine nothing to kill or die for" means, in practice, being abandoned by your hedonist parents who hate you while watching your nation commit a paralyzed self-euthanasia because it hates itself
Leaving nothing
Leaving nothing
Do you guys ever just put the radio on while driving around, and listen to classic rock (sometimes "oldies" now), and listen to the lyrics, the stuff they were *hoping* for?
It's fucking weird. Deluded. Whatever they wanted, it's not human.
It's fucking weird. Deluded. Whatever they wanted, it's not human.
The promise of the 1930s intellectuals, which became the promise of the 1960s artists, which became the promise of the 21s century experts, was that this mix of drugs/pharmaceuticals, free sex/love, guided by Science, would liberate us, finally free us from our human condition
But like Hunter S. Thompson quoted about the failure of the druggy '60s, from Samuel Johnson from 200+ years prior, "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man."
It's like they were trying to *reverse engineer* this, to not become more human, but less
It's like they were trying to *reverse engineer* this, to not become more human, but less
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