Chuck Palahniuk made his name with Fight Club, a story which resonates with a lot of young men, including my normally peace-loving and non-confrontational son. He has a new book Called Rant: An Oral Biography of Buster Casey.
Powells Review-of-the-Day today is James Boice's take on the new book.
Chuck Palahniuk novels are not written; they are manufactured. They are material poured into a mold, then sold to disciples. They are escapist, mindless entertainment. This is not bad in itself. This is bad because they give the illusion of being above a culture of escapist, mindless entertainment. That's Palahniuk's genius.
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