I just finished Chuck Palahniuk's (Lord, will I ever remember how to spell that man's name right off the top of my head??) Diary
(a novel, in case you were wondering). It made a good buffer in between two longer pieces, Dhalgren
and next on my agenda, House of Leaves
I should start this off with admitting that I have read a good deal of Palahniuk's work. I read Fight Club
(which was a bit ruined, since I saw the movie before I read the book), and so, while I liked it, well, like I said, it was a bit ruined. I absolutely loved Lullaby
, but reading Survivor
made me begin to assume that the guy's a one-trick pony.
Having read Diary
, though, I guess I have to admit he has at least a couple tricks. I mean, you'll still get some standard Palahniuk fare, like listings of arbitrary facts (which end up not being so arbitrary at all). I swear, the man is King of the Factoid.
Somehow, though, Diary
breaks into a more empathetic role. Sure, you've got some of his usual abrasiveness here, but Misty Wilmot becomes a rather sympathetic character. I think some of his other books, you're too busy being shocked and horrified to have a tremendous liking for his characters.
And while it certainly does hearken to Shirley Jackson's The Lottery
(and no, this isn't exactly a spoiler, seeing how the reviews page has it right there), I still didn't exactly expect what happened to happen. At the beginning, I felt like maybe I had it all figured out, but really, it took a few twists and turns and in the end, I feel like it was worth the trip.
Meanwhile, there are also some good nuggets for those of you who like to read art satire as well. I think he makes a few excellent points in the pages.
All in all, I thought it was a fun ride and more than a little bit creepy.
Speaking of creepy, I started House of Leaves
last night and I'm already creeped out. Big time!
Thanks for reading,