Michel Houllebecq, perhaps the most obnoxious living French writer, recently went on a road trip with Sam Lipsyte, perhaps the funniest living Jewish writer. The resulting Believer article is predictably amazing. Houllebecq (who is, for all his brattiness, is definitely a genius) has developed a reputation for outrageously bad behavior, so Lipsyte spends the trip on the edge of his seat, just waiting to witness some kinky sex or a provocative statement. Instead, Houllebecq drinks lots of espresso, defends the latter two Matrix movies, and announces that in J.R.R. Tolkein's world, he'd probably be an elf. But wait till you see the crazy thing he does with Scotch tape…
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