A week on this island should be quite bearable. This is the assessment of the first-person narrator, who bears a certain resemblance to the author Michel Houellebecq. However, the vacation turns out to be more exciting than expected: in Lanzarote, he encounters a phlegmatic Belgian and a lesbian German couple. Additionally, a mysterious sect beckons, seeking the future of humanity in space and biotechnology. Houellebecq's language remains as dry as the volcanic island, while he tells a story of small and large seductions in his unique blend of laconicism, provocation, and melancholy, leaving no spicy detail unmentioned.