It's been six years since Fight Club, his first novel, made him a cult figure. It's been one year since Choke made him a best seller. But Chuck Palahniuk is still inconsolable. The sheer, emasculating plenty of bourgeois life, all that stuff you can buy--it still sends him into an angry funk. In his new book he is also consumed by a world burdened with radio personalities, invasive kudzu, tormented anchovies and boring, phony jobs. There are writers who have a signature mood. What Palahniuk has is a signature posture: recoil.
When you are a writer with that many axes to...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
