Michel Houellebecq: The Possibility of an Island

25. January 2008 05:40

How vividly I remember the first moments of my vocation as a clown! I was seventeen at the time, and spending a rather dreary month in an all-inclusive resort in Turkey-it was, incidentally, the last time I was to go on holiday with my parents. My silly bitch of a sister-she was thirteen at the time-was just beginning to turn the guys on.

Author: Michel Houellebecq

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