Terrible Analogies

I have a habit of reading multiple books at once.  

In the past two days (thanks to a wicked cold/flu) I’ve managed to finish Evan Wright’s Generation Kill.  On the nightstand sits my pile of current reads; Ken Follett’s The Pillars Of The Earth, Kurt Andersen’s Turn Of The Century, and Chuck Palahniuk’s Snuff.

To put it mildly, Chuck Palahniuk is my literary God.

Snuff is Chuck’s latest endeavor, which details the death wish of a porn star (don’t tell me how it finishes!).  If I had to list my top Palahniuk books in order they would have to be Survivor (please, oh please, make this into a movie!), Fight Club, Rant, Diary (the last two pages made the entire book), and Lullaby.  If you’re into raw, gritty writing that pulls no punches and aims to offend everyone at least once during each novel, than give Chuck Palahniuk a shot.  He has a unique knack to make the abnormal seem so joyously abnormal.  

I’m such a whore for his writings that I even paid a bit of cash to score a first print of Fight Club, an amazing book that served as the basis for an amazing movie.  Scan of the cover provided below.  Click to embiggen…

I can only hope that someday I’ll manage to write something that deserves to stand in Palahniuk’s shadow.  What I’m writing now reads well as a first draft, but there’s another idea that I’d like to pursue.  I guess I’ll throw it, and my notes, onto one of my many slowly smoldering back burners until my current effort goes through a few more drafts.  So many thoughts, so little time.

In Tyler we trust…

I’d like to to catch Chuck Palahniuk during one of his book tours.  His new novel, Pigmy, is due out in May.  Perhaps I’ll get lucky and catch him during his promo tour for Pigmy…