Lanzarote

Lanzarote

Michel Houellebecq

Language: English

Pages: 96

ISBN: 009944836X

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Realising that his New Year is probably going to be a disaster, as usual, our narrator, on impulse, walks into a travel agency to book a week in the sun. Sensitive to his limited means and dislike of Muslim countries, the travel agent suggests an island full of 21st century hedonism, set in a bizarre lunar landscape - Lanzarote. On Lanzarote, one can meet some fascinating human specimens, notably Pam and Barbara - 'non-exclusive' German lesbians - who can give rise to some interesting combinations. Will they succeed in seducing Rudi, the police inspector from Luxembourg, currently living in exile in Brussels? Or will he join the 'Azraelian' sect, as they prepare for humanity to be regenerated by extra-terrestrials? As for our narrator, will he consider his week's holiday on the island a success?

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And just went for it. 'You look a good girl. May I lick your pussy?' 'Ja, ja!' the words might not have been exactly right but she'd clearly got the gist of it. She got up and squatted over my face—it was obviously a position she was familiar with. First, I lightly caressed the outer labia with my tongue, then I pushed two fingers inside her—to no great effect: she was clearly very clitoral. I gave her little nub a quick flick of my tongue; she breathed more heavily. She had a wonderful musky.

Again. The sun was setting over the sea. 'We should head back . . .' she said, 'We have to go back, Mr Frenchman.' I got dressed automatically, in a mood of happy relaxation. 'What a beautiful afternoon . . .' I said quietly as we walked back to the car. She nodded. 'We could buy some condoms,' I added, 'I saw a chemist's at Playa Blanca.' 'If it makes you happy ...' she said gently. Rudi and Barbara were waiting for us by the car. Pam sat in the front. In the twilight, the ochre of the plateau.

Everything was as disagreeable as ever. What was the point? We know what life is like, the ins and outs of it. I would just have to readapt to the endless winter; and to the twentieth century which, seemed similarly reluctant to end. Deep down, I understood the choice Rudi had made. That said, he was wrong about one thing: it's perfectly possible to live without expecting anything of life; in fact, it's the most common way. In general, people stay at home, they're happy that their phone never.

The sect, regardless of age, gender or family relationships. All of this was pleasing and excellent in the sight of the Anakim. 'He doesn't know what he's letting himself in for—they'll ban them completely,' muttered the correspondent from Le Figaro. The prophet seemed to be in fine form, his slightly greying beard glowed in the spotlights. Sensing the general bewilderment, he seized the moment to step up the argument, denouncing Jesus Christ and Mohammed as impostors and on the other hand.

Sun?' she shot back at a hundred miles an hour. 'My means are limited,' I continued, modestly. The transaction between tourist and tour operator—at least from the impression I've formed from reading a number of the trade magazines—tends to transcend the framework of everyday commercial relations—unless such a transaction, dealing as it does with travel, that most dreamlike of commodities, can be said to reveal the true nature—mysterious, profoundly human, almost mystical—of all commercial.

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