French novelist Michel Houellebecq’s last novel, 2019’s Serotonin, practically dared the reader to abandon it. Bitter, bigoted narrator Florent-Claude Labrouste sprayed venom in all directions, but reserved the worst for his near-silent, spectacularly unfaithful Japanese wife – a woman whose infidelities extended not only to entire roomfuls of men, but at one point to a roomful of dogs.
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