Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 11:26 pm
do you read army training manuals like kill or be killed?
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Fight Club wasn't my first Palahniuk book. I read Choke first, then Diary. After that, Lullaby, Survivor and then Fight Club. I thought Choke was pretty funny and his style was pretty interesting and Those were probably tthe two main factors in me becoming a fan of his work. A lot of his books read exactly the same so for some people it gets tiring.Mandalorian FaLLouT GoD wrote:I didn't mind Fight Club as a novel but I doubt i'd read his books because of it. It wasn't a great book so why the hell would I read his other ones.
Plus its not my style of reading to start with.
I thought it was something like taking scissors out of his pocket, sticking the scissors in a random kid's neck and then pushing the kid into a trash can?Ernesto wrote:I guess knife in Finnish means scissors. lost in translation [/sofie]
Yes.Ernesto wrote:Don't the first 150 pages of American Psycho bore people to death?
Given the former, shouldn't the latter also be a 'good thing' ?Dr. Crispy wrote:Great book. Long, though.
Not at all. If you can get past the amounts of copious swearing and generalized bullshit characters, I would assume the story would be good. I never finished the fucking book because it was extremely boring.Blargh wrote:Given the former, shouldn't the latter also be a 'good thing' ?Dr. Crispy wrote:Great book. Long, though.
BAH.
It's a lot better than Chuck Palaphiuk write the same story about secret subculture thats obsessed with sex terrorism death anarchy whatever.In the darkness of the penguin habitat – Edge of the Icepack is what the zoo pretentiously calls it – it's cool, in sharp contrast to the humidity outside. The penguins in the tank glide lazily underwater past the glass walls where spectators crowd in to stare. The penguins on the rocks, not swimming, look dazed, stressed out, tired and bored; they mostly yawn, sometimes stretching. Fake penguin noises, cassettes probably, play over a sound system and someone has turned up the volume because it's so crowded in the room. The penguins are cute, I guess. I spot one that looks like Craig McDermott.
A child, barely five, finishes eating a candy bar. His mother tells him to throw the wrapper away, then resumes talking to another woman, who is with a child around the same age, the three of them staring into the dirty blueness of the penguin habitat. The first child moves toward the trash can, located in a dim corner in the back of the room, that I am now crouching behind. He stands on tiptoes, carefully throwing the wrapper into the trash. I whisper something. The child spots me and just stands there, away from the crowd, slightly scared but also dumbly fascinated. I stare back.
"Would you like… a cookie?" I ask, reaching into my pocket.
He nods his small head, up, then down, slowly, but before he can answer, my sudden lack of care crests in a massive wave of fury and I pull the knife out of my pocket and I stab him, quickly, in the neck.