The Houellebecq show in front of Action Française

IHe walked into the main hall of the Action Francaise headquarters without a round of applause. Head down, almost unknown among the others, he slipped between the chairs without much delay on the said time: 8 p.m. He is, however, the expected guest, the one who has not spoken for a while and whom everyone wants to hear in the context of a politically paralyzed France, where Emmanuel Macron has been re-elected, there is a shortage of mustard in supermarkets and the liter of gasoline exceeds two euros. The “most translated French writer” should have, at that moment, aroused something other than murmurs or shy cell phones held out for a souvenir photo. Have the disciples of Charles Maurras lost the sense of veneration or are they simply intimidated by the h…