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It may be fair to say that Chuck Palahniuk's style is not to employ any style. The result is he renders the good stories that spring from his head into something that is indigestable and adolescent.
This is the standard Palahniuk, witty, engaging, and edgy. I was somewhat concerned after reading Lullaby. Where else can you find a dark comedy centered around a porn star's death while on the set of a gang bang.Don't listen to the naysayers commenting on this novel. This is up there with Choke. I thought Chuck may have lost interest in writing good books. He's redeemed himself with this one.Now, I'm waiting until Pygmy comes out on paperback to see if he can make a good follow up to this one.
Check. It revolves around a 600 person gang bang being filmed as a sort of "last hurrah" for the nearly used up porn queen Cassie Wright and four of the people involved in said film. I started with Fight Club, wanted more, read Invisible Monsters, and I haven't stopped reading his books since then. A character or two that knows WAY too much about a seemingly trivial and random subject.
Unfortunately, Snuff just doesn't live up to anything he's known for, in my opinion. I'm a long time Palahniuk fan. Graphic descriptions of that subject matter. The problem that I had with this book was that it just seemed so rushed, almost as if his publisher was forcing him to put something out. Reading this book was like reading Chuck Palahniuk try to write a Chuck Palahniuk book.
Check. I would imagine that most anyone reading this review is probably already keen on how he writes and what he usually picks to write about, so I won't go into the plot at all. He's got an amazing way with words, and he's not afraid to be gritty to the point of being disgusting. You bet. His usual formula is there, but instead of hiding it within twists and turns and "what the f---" moments, it's right out in the open.
Somewhat disturbing/controversial subject matter. After his amazing novel Rant, I was surprised to see this come out so quickly. It's an easy read at only 197 pages, and while I don't ACTUALLY recommend it, if you're a longtime fan of Chuck's work, go ahead and read it just to say that you did, or at least so you can see what I'm talking about here.
Like the title says, this is not as good as Chuck's other books. It's only OK. I would recommend reading Fight Club and Choke over this one.
Slime slingers and chowder chuckers. 72, a young man carrying flowers and a mission that may destroy the entire production and ruin the possibility of the soon-to-be world record. All impatiently in queue on the set of "World Whore Three," the biggest gangbang in history, larger and filthier than the endeavors of Jasmine St. Wright's every need, which means that she's a personal assistant, manager, planner of "festivities," and in charge of general housekeeping duties. They're waiting around for their turn. Dressed in nothing more than underwear, munching on salty snacks from the buffet table, they wait for their number to be called. A group of pud pullers and love launchers. Wright is the talent wrangler, a woman whose purpose is to tend to Ms.
It's quintessential Palahniuk, with a plethora of insider secrets from actors in porn as well as Hollywood (some may not be true).Much like everything else written by Palahniuk, this is a completely original and enjoyable story. Along with the men and Ms. The characters are interesting and detailed enough to convince a reader to stick around to discover each person's revelation, and eventually to the morbid, fascinating grungy ending. 600, a washed up male porn legend with a penchant for tan-line analysis, a tan-ologist if you will; Mr. Six hundred of them. Each of the four main characters has ulterior motives, and in some slimy, almost incestuous way, they are all intertwined.Caught in this bizarre web of weed whackers, Chuck Palahniuk has created another masterfully random tale that is enthralling from beginning to end.
Claire or Annabelle Chong, waiting for one woman, porn legend Cassie Wright.Among the "performers" are Mr. 137, a former television star with a horrible secret that has surfaced and placed his career in jeopardy; and Mr. Between a well crafted maze that will have readers guessing the ending - and then changing their presupposition several times - Palahniuk provides countless alternative titles for porn movies that are as hilarious as they are creative, several more alliterative examples of masturbation, and the gory, disgusting details whittled down the Nth degree. It's not so much an exposé of the porn industry as it is a character analysis that delves into how far people will go when desperation causes the excitement and passion in life to go flaccid.
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