Just finished submission by Michel Houellebecq.

There were certainly more aspects of the protagonists life that were better before Muslim rule, mainly poon tang from a new young student every year. Mostly just that actually. But it seemed finally converting to Islam solved his problems and seemed to workout for him in the end.

Thats really what it boils down to is access to women. In a secular society you can be a chad or try o be and maybe get some. In Muslim society its chosen for you, and if your poor lower class like most people on this board your not getting laid either-way. I just fined the systematic nature of matchmaking and being limited to four wives kind of boring. The closest thing I can think of to an atheist, secular culture also promoting reproduction is like a hippy commune or something, where a bunch of druggies have babys but that usually devolves into just one man getting all the women.

What did you guys think of the book? I thought it was a rather happy ending and im looking forward to having a young wife or two if I can manage to make enough money and gain more notoriety as I get older. I have about nine years if going off the protagonist’s life as a model.

i quite enjoyed this book, quick read. what should i read next? of his. might read v for vendetta next

>>24559628 (OP)
You're an illiterate moron. Keep your brown hands off european literature and your brown opinions off /lit/.

>>24559633
least unhinged poltroon

>>24559628 (OP)
Yeah, it's amusing it's touted as Houellebecq's anti-Islam book, when it takes (in the end as you say) a relatively positive stance on islamization (I've no regrets). Platform is by far more critical of Islam (esp. how the Thais just don't get what motivates them, why'd someone be opposed to pleasure and joy), and to a lesser extent Possibiltiy too (the passages about Egyptian women eating, eating, eating).
What's interesting about Soumission is rather how empty/deracinated the West is, that it could (Houellebecq imagines) fall prey so easily to another civilization, and one at that which Houellebecq doesn't take too seriously. The definitive moment to that effect is the MC's visit to Rocamadour, where there's nothing he can see (beyond rocks and ruins), that'd give him a reason not to surrender. No blood drawn from stone, this time.