I’m sure the reading world at large has mixed feelings about Chuck Palahniuk‘s work. No doubt, many people feel the same way about him as my mother does; they see him as going for the cheap gross out and so wasting his talent.
Me, I can’t get enough of the guy.
He’s probably best known for Fight Club, which is ironic, since I think it’s his only novel I haven’t read. His “cheap” plots, for me, fall into the wonderful space between reality and fantasy, leaving you to feel both out of your element and suspicious that maybe, just maybe, it’s a true story.
Honestly, it’s not healthy for me to read his work. When I wrote fiction a lot, I would start to write like him. I start to think in the style of language he uses.
Right now, I’m reading Rant, his newest book, and it’s so good, I’m going back to it. Chao!
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