The writings of Houellebecq and Miyazawa are each incredible in their own way. The former glides effortlessly from philosophical exegesis to full-on sexual depictions (I would not classify them as pornography) while managing to capture a humane but extreme portrait of modern, overly-civilized man. Miyazawa also holds a mirror up to himself and society but through an inner language of dream-like symbolism and Buddhistic folktales transformed by his sociopathic viewpoint. It is interesting to compare how both authors compare and contrast in their abject negation of popular, mass culture - one through a hyperrealism of the everyday and a purposefully shallow style that echoes mass media and advertizing and the other through a private mythology of animals, legends and metaphors. Both are true artists, neither compromises in any way. This gives them both a special kind of critical eternity.
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