

This is due in part to a conditioned desire to avoid anything too eagerly hyped because, while such offerings to the pop culture cauldron may have great visual appeal or emotional intensity, they often lack a vital intellectual ingredient - the kind of buttery cerebral indulgence whose residue coats the mind with analytical possibilities for days afterward.Īlso, I had read Palahniuk’s Invisible Monsters first and found the spare prose, gambit of recurring photographer’s demands (employed to define emotion or irony) combined with its gory, gratuitous shock tactics, too cheap a route to my jugular.


Perhaps a million things have been said about Fight Club, and because of this, I avoided reading the book for some time.
