Michel dixit

There are some authors who employ their talent in delicate description of varying states of soul, character traits, etc. I shall not be counted among these. All that accumulation of realistic detail, with clearly highlighted characters hogging the limelight, has always seemed pure bullshit to me, I'm sorry to say. Daniel who is Herve's friend, but who feels a certain reticence about Gerard. Paul's fantasy as embodied in Virginie, my cousin's trip to Venice... One could spend hours on this. Might as well watch lobsters marching up the side of an aquarium and it suffices for that to go to a fish restaurant.

(Michel = Houellebecq, of course).