Any fan of Michel Houellebecq, especially any Catholic fan, will find it hard not to notice just how "Catholic" this non-Catholic writer can be in his typically controversial, smutty and misanthropic novels.
The British literary scene has nothing like Houellebecq – and it is worse off for it – who combines the raciness and raunchiness with some of the most beautiful writing currently out there about God, love and the role of religion, notes a recent article in Spectator Life.
Part of the problem is that the publishing industry – and its tepid gatekeepers – would never let his English equivalent through: someone who is white, male, very heterosexual, sides with Christianity against Islam, writes about the male condition brilliantly (he also writes almost as much about the female condition) and, perhaps most controversially, takes down modern feminism,
