Holy crap!

French author Michel Houellebeck gets slammed hard by, of all people, his own Mother (more here).

Wouldn’t it be funny if she ended up with the Prix Goncourt instead of the acolyte of modern nihilistic French literature? The lesson: don’t put thinly veiled insulting caricatures of your Mom in your writings. She probably has more dirt on you than anyone else.

On an unrelated note, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish my mother an early Happy Mother’s Day and tell her what a fantastic, great individual she is…