The I read the new book of Michel Houellebecq. And whatever you might think about the plot, provocation or not, there is more: François, his protagonist, is reflecting about literature and the relation between author and reader. Only literature allows us to connect with the spirit of a dead on a direct, extensive and deep way as more as it would possible in a talk to even a friend, although the friendship is deep and steady. The author exposes himself to a plain sheet of paper that addresses to someone completely unknown.
That made me think about what happens to me while reading. I lean on the authors words and their meaning. And according to François the other way around.
So yes, that's how I feel.
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