As unfortunate as his situation is, this puts him in a special epistemic position: his intelligence makes him realize that our information society is an illusion. As a programmer of virtual spaces, he is paradoxically more at the mercy of the damp earth, the merciless spectacle of nature, than anyone else. No one sees so clearly through the digitally fabricated world of entertainment, advertising and the stock market to the endless circle of aimless will. He recognizes that nature does not care in the slightest about our ideas, be it the promise of romantic love in Schopenhauer’s time or the false game of seduction artists in Houellebecq’s time. Software has no influence on hardware. Ignorance and ignorance of this truth lead to suffering, that is Houellebecq’s bleak message. But this truth is not to be understood as a ray of hope. No doctrine of redemption follows. All that remains in such a clear-sighted consciousness is bitterness. The first-person narrator finally commits himself to an institution. His psychiatrist cannot understand his bitterness when he reports:
In this way, and little by little, knowledge of the world’s constraints is established. Desire itself disappears; only bitterness, jealousy and fear remain. Above all there remains bitterness ; an immense and inconceivable bitterness.²⁸
It is the intelligent and ugly nerds who feel this bitterness more than anyone else:
Early on certain individuals experience the frightening impossibility of living by themselves; basically they cannot bear to see their own life before them, to see it in its entirety without areas of shadow, without substance. Their existence is I admit an exception to the laws of nature, not only because this fracture of basic maladjustment is produced outside of any genetic finality but also by dint of the excessive lucidity it presupposes, an obviously transcendent lucidity in relation to the perceptual schemas of ordinary existence. It is sometimes enough to place another individual before them, providing he is taken to be as pure, as transparent as they are themselves, for this insupportable fracture to resolve itself as a luminous, tense and permanent aspiration towards the absolutely inaccessible. Thus, while day after day a mirror only returns the same desperate image, two parallel mirrors elaborate and edify a clear and dense system which draws the human eye into an infinite, unbounded trajectory, infinite in its geometrical purity, beyond all suffering and beyond the world.²⁹
As this passage shows, Houellebecq ultimately hints at the possibility of a pure encounter with another person, a gentle way out of loneliness. In
Elementary Particles, this purity and gentleness are programmed into a literal superhuman. In the following, the cultural-poetic references to the incel are first elaborated on the basis of the role of appearance, the significance of information and the position of the technician or researcher in
Elementary Particles, in order to then go into the two aspects of hardware and Nietzsche.
Deadly Serious
The Incel
The incel cult is an online movement that emerged in the mid-1990s made up of men who describe themselves as incapable of entering into a romantic or sexual relationship with a woman. Unlike the seduction community, which is characterized by a thirst for action, the Incel forums are characterized by hatred, misogyny, misanthropy, self-pity and racism. Characteristic is the idea of a male right to sex, which if necessary should also justify violence against women and sexually active men. In the last ten years, several mass murders have been committed by radicalized Incels, which has led to violence in connection with the Incel ideology being qualified as an act of terrorism since 2018. An Incel blogger’s comment on the Isla Vista rampage, in which six people were killed, reflects the fundamental view of the Incel movement:
What happened is punishment for evil and violence of feminists and liberals. […] atrocities such as women’s suffrage, immodest clothing, child support/alimony, no ban on adultery, ban on prostitution and a lack of female premarital chastity, all the things that drove this young man to be unable to find a girlfriend.³⁰
However, before the term incel is associated with misogynist terror, the scene is more like a collection of personal confessions and expressions of solidarity. In the 1990s, it would be wrong to speak of a movement characterized by a will to destruction, self-infantilization and misogyny, although the contours are already recognizable. The phenomenon was first reported in a scientific article in 2001.
Donnelly et al. write that in a society where sexuality is constantly on display, men isolate themselves from their social environment if they do not have access to it or feel uncomfortable creating intimacy. They feel the need to talk to their family or friends for fear of being teased or ostracized, which is why these incel groups have become particularly valuable. The psychological consequences of this involuntary abstinence are dissatisfaction, frustration and aggression.³¹
Since then, an online cult has developed whose self-image is essentially expressed through the metaphor of taking the black pill: success with women ultimately depends solely on looks, body size, physique, symmetry of facial features and penis size. Swallowing the black pill means accepting the fact that inferior men will never have a chance to build a sexual and romantic relationship with women.³²
The novel
Elementary Particles can be understood as a prophecy of the advent of the incel. It traces the dual biography of the two half-brothers Bruno and Michel in flashbacks, dialogs, self-analyses and a web of biotechnical and world-view explorations. What connects the two genetically is their egocentric, loveless mother from the 1968 generation, who craves sexual freedom. Janine sends Bruno, who was conceived with Serge, to her grandparents in Algiers in his first year of life, where he grows up. At the same time, she is already pregnant again. She met Marc, Michel’s father, before she divorced her first husband. At the age of two, they leave the child in the care of Marc’s mother, who gives up her retirement in Provence to take care of him. A short time later, Janine falls in love with the founder of the commune, Francesco di Meola, and goes with him to California to live with him and other members. The two half-brothers happen to attend the same high school, initially without knowing it, and a fraternal relationship soon develops, based mainly on their shared life story.
The picture that Houellebecq paints in his breakthrough novel is clear: it is the picture of a generation of parents whose individual freedom is more important than the well-being of their own children.
Abandoned by their hippie mother, who indulges in her sexual obsessions and drug use, and by their fathers, who are equally incapable of building a relationship with their sons, Bruno and Michel grow up separately with their grandmothers, who give up their hard-earned retirement. It is no use, the two half-brothers are incapable of love and deeply lonely.
At boarding school, Bruno is humiliated and humiliated by the other pupils. Completely isolated, he develops sexual inferiority complexes. In his later career as a teacher, he covets young schoolgirls, visits swingers’ clubs in his free time and goes on vacation to nudist campsites. In his mid-twenties, he fathered a son and married, but divorced five years later. In his thirties, he began to write, including pamphlets with racist content. He went to prostitutes, met his father Serge again during an erotic massage and at the same time underwent psychiatric treatment.
Towards the end of his life, Bruno falls in love with Christiane, who is able to satisfy his sexual needs. However, when she becomes paraplegic due to an illness, he gives her up, whereupon she commits suicide. He spends the rest of his time in a psychiatric hospital. Michel does not fare quite so badly. In ninth grade, the angelically beautiful Annabelle falls in love with him, but he can only establish a platonic relationship with her. They break off contact. He later makes a career as a molecular biologist, takes a temporary leave of absence at the age of forty and meets Annabelle again during this time, with whom he begins a relationship that is sexual but unsatisfactory for Michel. Michel then takes over the management of a genetic engineering project in Ireland. A short time later, Annabelle commits suicide in the face of her incurable tumor.
Michel spends the rest of his life laying the foundations for the creation of a human race to which emotional pain is completely alien. In the end, it is assumed, Michel throws himself into the waters of the Irish Sea.
The sexual liberalization, which in
Elementary Particles is now accompanied by New Age spirituality, women’s magazines, social isolation and the decline of Christianity, not only unleashes a generation that is generally incapable of love. The forces in the marketplace of sex are also leading to the analog of what in economic liberalism is called homo oeconomicus, and is referred to by incels with awe and hatred as “alpha male” or “chad.”³³ Unlike the pick-up artist, the incel sees through the promise of the art of seduction from the outset. So does Bruno:
I’m not young or good-looking enough and I’m certainly not cool enough. My hair’s falling out, I’m getting fat. Worse than that, the older I get, the more terrified I am of rejection. I’m just not natural enough, not enough of an animal. It’s a permanent handicap because no matter what I say or do, no matter what I buy, I can never overcome it, because it’s a natural handicap.³⁴
While Raphael is still toying with the idea of going to a brothel, Bruno quickly realizes that this is the only solution. He tries several times to approach girls on the street, but only receives humiliation in return:
At night he would stare at himself in the mirror. He noticed that his hair, plastered to his head with sweat, was already beginning to recede. The folds of his stomach were obvious even through his shirt. He started visiting sex shops and peep shows, which served only to aggravate his suffering. For the first time he turned to prostitutes.³⁵
Bruno’s story can be seen as an alternative continuation of Raphael’s. It would only have been a matter of time before Raphael also gave up what was left of his pride. This would only have deepened his emotional wounds, because the role of appearance in success with women is also omnipresent in Elementary Particles. Bruno is regularly denied entry to sex parties, for example, as there is now “a kind of face check at the entrance.”³⁶ Going to the gym is not a solution, but only reveals further sources of suffering. Although Bruno now has handsome chest and shoulder muscles,
the problem — and it was a new one for me — was my dick. It probably sounds strange now, but in the seventies nobody really cared how big their dick was. When I was a teenager I had every conceivable hang-up about my body except that.³⁷
However, it is not only the men who suffer. Bruno’s ugliness and the sexual frustration it triggers is now also, and in particular, identified in Elementary Realms as a projection, as a superficial standard for evaluating women. According to Houellebecq’s cynical thesis, the liberalization of sexuality cannot be achieved without the objectification of women. Bruno’s first and, for a long time, only success story is his brief sexual relationship with Annick. He clumsily approached her on the beach, making no effort to be creative or use any method of seduction, because he suspected that she would consent. She was ugly and fat:
She was too ashamed of her body to get undressed, though she did offer to give him a blow-job the first night.³⁸
Bruno’s superficiality also caused his relationship with Anne to fail:
Later, her tits started to go south and our marriage went with them.³⁹
He goes on to tell Michel,
The only problem was that her little sister was really pretty. She looked a bit like Anne — she had big tits too — but she wasn’t plain at all, she had a beautiful face. It’s amazing how the smallest detail in someone’s features can make all the difference. Life’s a bitch . . .⁴⁰
The handsome Michel, on the other hand, does not attach much importance to a woman’s looks. Ironically, and for inexplicable reasons, Annabelle of all people falls in love with him, about whom the narrator says,
Only the most extraordinary fluke of morphogenetics could account for the devastating purity of her face. Without beauty a girl is unhappy because she has missed her chance to be loved.⁴¹
At the same time, it is one of the main disadvantages that such excessive beauty brings to a girl,
The terrible predicament of a beautiful girl is that only an experienced womanizer, someone cynical and without scruple, feels up to the challenge. More often than not, she will lose her virginity to some filthy lowlife in what proves to be the first step in an irrevocable decline.⁴²
The tragic significance of appearance is contrasted with
Whatever through the desperate attempt to reprogram one’s own software,
di Meola’s commune wasn’t a cult, it simply passed on the teachings of the Brahman. Di Meola knew a lot about cybernetics and communication skills and used deprogramming techniques he’d developed at Esalen. It was all about liberating the individual’s innate potential — ‘Because we only use ten percent of our brain, you know.’⁴³
The art of seduction is now immersed in the waters of the New Age. By embedding the information technology discourse of the pick-up artist in the esoteric cosmologies of the New Age, Houellebecq himself succeeds here too in making a shattering critique of neoliberalism and its inexorable rationalization not only of feelings, but also of spirituality. At a dance evening in the spiritually-inspired vacation resort LIEU DU CHANGEMENT, Bruno is joined by “two skinny, priestly individuals commenting on the rake’s progress.”
He’s very expressive, very emotional, you see . . .” said one. “On paper, he’s out of his league: he’s not good-looking, he’s got a beer belly and he’s a lot shorter than she is. But he’s a charming bastard, and that makes all the difference.” The other nodded, seeming to toy mournfully with an imaginary rosary. As he finished his vodka and orange juice, Bruno noticed that Karim had managed to inveigle the Rosicrucian onto a grass bank.⁴⁴
It is also this “bastard” who explains to them that there has never really been such a thing as “sexual communism”. Seduction has always existed. But in the
in the liberal system which Bruno and Christiane had joined, the sexual model proposed by the dominant culture (advertising, magazines, social and public health organizations) was governed by the principle of adventure: in such a system, pleasure and desire occur as a result of a process of seduction, which emphasizes novelty, passion and individual creativity (all qualities also required of employees in their professional capacities).⁴⁵
In their study on the new spirit of capitalism, Boltanski and Chiapello list its three requirements: “attractive and exciting life prospects”, “security guarantees” and “moral reasons for one’s actions”.⁴⁶ While the seduction artist believes he can fool women into believing the first two requirements, the seduction guru apparently also succeeds in justifying his actions without having to descend into Nietzsche’s philosophy.
It is therefore not surprising that Bruno, who claims to be an “underexposed” Nietzschean, soon falls back into his pessimistic contemplation, which increasingly expresses racism and a willingness to use violence.
In his telling article “What Nietzsche might have thought about Houellebecq”, Sieber emphasizes his longing “for all regressive, symbiotic, oceanic emotions: He [dreams] of an eroticism as a kind of infinite whirlpool and of a body as a perfect pleasure machine”⁴⁷
In Houellebecq, the latter is primarily oriented towards oral pacification. While Bruno stuffs himself with food in his childhood out of frustration and becomes increasingly fat, Michel overindulges in too much physical intimacy — both pathological manifestations of an original — according to Freud even the most original — developmental phase of a child’s capacity for love and pleasure. Bruno experiences his first oral sex, for which he doesn’t have to pay, at the aforementioned place of transformation, a vacation resort reminiscent of Aldous Huxley’s island, which is designed for complete carelessness and sensual satisfaction:
He felt himself flooded with intense waves of pleasure and buoyed up by the whirlpool. All at once he felt very hot. She gently allowed her throat to contract around him; all the energy in his being rushed suddenly to his penis. He howled as he came. He had never felt such fulfillment in his life.⁴⁸
Nothing more.
As a prototypical incel, Bruno already exhibits the basic features of the later tendency towards terror. Rather, however, the case of Bruno is the typical psychosocial history of the incel’s cultural-poetic origins, namely the increasing sexual depravation of neglected children in the second half of the 20th century. At boarding school, Bruno once put his hand on the thigh of a pretty girl, Caroline. Although she gently pushed his hand back after a few seconds,
[w]hat the boy had felt was something pure, something gentle, something that predates sex or sensual fulfillment. It was the simple desire to reach out and touch a loving body, to be held in loving arms.
He had felt the simple desire to touch a loving body, to nestle in loving arms.
“Tenderness,” says the narrator, “is a deeper instinct than seduction, which is why it is so difficult to give up hope. The hope of tenderness dies last. If he had touched her arm and not her bare thigh, it might have been the beginning of an intimate relationship between them. Why did Bruno touch her thigh?
Probably because Caroline Yessayan’s thigh was bare, and in his innocence he could not imagine it was bare for no reason. As he grew older and remembered his boyhood with disgust, he came to see this as the defining moment of his life. It all appeared to him in the light of cold and unchangeable fact. On that December evening in 1970, Caroline Yessayan had it in her power to undo all the humiliation and the sadness of his childhood. After this first failure (for after she gently removed his hand, he never spoke to her again), everything became much more difficult. Of course, it was not really Caroline Yessayan’s fault. Rather the reverse: Caroline Yessayan — a little Armenian girl with doe eyes and long, curly black hair who had found herself, after endless family wranglings, among the dark and gloomy buildings of the boarding school in Meaux — Caroline Yessayan alone gave Bruno a reason to believe in humanity. If it all had ended in a terrible emptiness, it was because of something so trivial that it was grotesque. Thirty years later, Bruno was convinced that, taken in context, the episode could be summed up in one sentence: Carolin Yessayan’s miniskirt was to blame for everything.⁴⁹
Bruno speaks from Incel’s soul. It is the aetiology of his illness. It is such “tiny, almost ridiculous details” that can trigger a cascade of sexual frustration in the abandoned children of the ’68 generation. Thirty years later, Bruno is firmly convinced: “If you gave the anecdotal elements of the situation the importance they really deserved, you could summarize the situation in the following words: Caroine Yessayan’s miniskirt was to blame for everything!”
Hardware
In order not to beat his educator Schopenhauer to death with the extent of Western cultural decay and the penetration of individualism into every crevice of life — profession, feelings, spirituality — and to prevent the reader from putting the book down out of a last vestige of self-protection, Houellebecq must have good news at the ready behind his back, namely: only under such adverse circumstances could a person emerge who makes it scientifically and technically possible to break out of the circle of suffering.
If Bruno illustrates the psychosocial past of the incel, Michel shows how he will overcome it in the future. His autistic researcher’s existence is the exact opposite of Bruno’s search for sensual satisfaction. Michel sees his physicality more as an annoying, but currently still necessary appendage.
He seeks the depth of emotional bonds with his fellow human beings because he lacks the sensitivity for adventure and physical desire. Even as a child, he did not understand the aggression and brutality of this world. All he longed for was harmony and a world that, as he later said in retrospect, would be more feminine overall.
Women are “ gentler, more affectionate, loving and compassionate; they were less prone to violence, selfishness, cruelty or selfcenteredness. Moreover, they were more rational, intelligent and hardworking”⁵⁰ Men, on the other hand, with “ with their predilection for risk and danger, their repulsive egotism, their irresponsibility and their violent tendencies-were directly to blame”⁵¹ for all the useless revolutions and wars in the world.
Unlike Bruno, Michel does not share the ugliness of the two computer scientists in Whatever — Michel is even described as rather handsome — but rather their intelligence. He even surpasses them by far. Once again, Houellebecq uses the figure of the nerd, this time in the form of the molecular biologist, the programmer of DNA. When the first-person narrator looks through the digital software in
Whatever, Michel’s gaze bores through the physical hardware itself. He is no longer so much the embittered genealogist of our postmodern values, but rather the autistic geneticist of our human condition.
But even Michel ultimately longs for a deep relationship. Shortly before Annabelle’s suicide, Michel has a terrible nightmare: “His eyes were bleeding; he knew that he would be blind, and his right hand was almost severed. In spite of the blood and pain, still he knew that Annabelle would stand by him, shielding him forever with her love.”⁵² But blad had to realize that even Annabelle could no longer love, despite or precisely because of her beauty, which left a “painful shock” in everyone. The fact that she also grew up in a loving family and hid a conviction of true love in her heart that bordered on naivety did nothing to dampen her disappointed expectations of men. In the reasonably happy weeks before her suicide, she snuggled back into the arms of her childhood sweetheart Michel after decades of sexual debauchery. Looking back, she realizes
It took me years to come to terms with the cliché that men don’t make love because they’re in love, but because they’re turned on. Everyone around me knew that and lived like that-I grew up in a liberated environment — but I never enjoyed the game for its own sake. In the end, even the sex started to disgust me; I couldn’t stand their triumphant little smiles when I took off my dress, or their idiot leers when they came and especially their boorishness once it was all over and done with. They were spineless, pathetic and pretentious. In the end, it was too painful to know they thought of me as just another piece of meat. I was a prime cut, I suppose, because I was physically perfect, and they were proud to take me out and show me off in a restaurant.⁵³