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His creator, Chuck Palahniuk, is the visionary we need and the satirist we deserve. Fight Club's estranged narrator leaves his lackluster job when he comes under the thrall of Tyler Durden, an enigmatic young man Invisible Fight Club. Palahniuk Chuck Fight club is the invention of Tyler Durden, projectionist, waiter, and dark, anarchic genius, and it's only the beginning of his plans. Fight Club is a novel by Chuck Palahniuk. Then he meets a mysterious man named Tyler Durden and establishes an underground fighting club as radical psychotherapy. In , director David Fincher adapted the novel into a film of the same name, starring Brad Pitt and Edward.

Automatyczne logowanie. For a long time though, Tyler and I were best friends. People are always asking, did I know about Tyler Durden. The barrel of the gun pressed against the back of my throat, Tyler says "We really won't die. Most of the noise a gunshot makes is expanding gases, and there's the tiny sonic boom a bullet makes because it travels so fast. To make a silencer, you just drill holes in the barrel of the gun, a lot of holes.

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And that salvation hides in the last places you'll ever want to look 6. Lullaby The consequences of media saturation are the basis for an urban nightmare in Lullaby, Chuck Palahniuk's darkly comic and often dazzling thriller. Assigned to write a series of feature articles investigating SIDS, troubled newspaper reporter Carl Streator begins to notice a pattern among the cases he encounters: His research and a tip from a necrophilic paramedic lead him to Helen Hoover Boyle, a real estate agent who sells "distressed" demonized homes, assured of their instant turnover.

Boyle and Streator have both lost children to "crib death," and she confirms Streator's suspicions: The misanthropic Streator, now armed with a deadly and uncontrollably catchy tune, goes on a minor killing spree until he recognizes his crimes and the song's devastating potential.

Lullaby then turns into something of a road trip narrative, with Streator, Boyle, her empty-headed Wiccan secretary Mona, and Mona's vigilante boyfriend Oyster setting out across the U. Snuff Cassie Wright, porn priestess, intends to cap her legendary career by breaking the world record for serial fornication porn movies, on camera, with six hundred men.

Snuff unfolds through the perspectives of Mr. With his satirical narrative and thorough research, Chuck Palahniuk reveals through these four characters the little-known facts and histories of not only pornography and sexual deviance, but also acting and life in and out of the spotlight, and throughout the novel shows the rarely acknowledged presence of pornography in modern America.

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Survivor Some say that the apocalypse swiftly approacheth, but that simply ain't so according to Chuck Palahniuk. Oh no. It's already here, living in the head of the guy who just crossed the street in front of you, or maybe even closer than that. My Thursday evening group for blood parasites, it's called Free and Clear. The group I go to for brain parasites is called Above and Beyond. Worse than that, I can't cry with her watching. This should be my favorite part, being held and crying with Big Bob without hope.

We all work so hard all the time. This is the only place I ever really relax and give up. This is my vacation. I went to my first support group two years ago, after I'd gone to my doctor about my insomnia, again.

Three weeks and I hadn't slept. Three weeks without sleep, and everything becomes an out-of-body experience. My doctor said, "Insomnia is just the symptom of something larger. Find out what's actually wrong. Listen to your body. I wanted little blue Amytal Sodium capsules, milligram-sized. I wanted red-and-blue Tuinal bullet capsules, lipstick-red Seconals. My doctor told me to chew valerian root and get more exercise.

Eventually I'd fall asleep. The bruised, old fruit way my face had collapsed, you would've thought I was dead. See the brain parasites.


See the degenerative bone diseases. The organic brain dysfunctions. See the cancer patients getting by. So I went. The first group I went to, there were introductions: Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head. I never give my real name at support groups.

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The little skeleton of a woman named Chloe with the seat of her pants hanging down sad and empty, Chloe tells me the worst thing about her brain parasites was no one would have sex with her. Here she was, so close to death that her life insurance policy had paid off with seventy-five thousand bucks, and all Chloe wanted was to get laid for the last time.

Not intimacy, sex. What does a guy say? What can you say, I mean. All this dying had started with Chloe being a little tired, and now Chloe was too bored to go in for treatment. Pornographic movies, she had pornographic movies at home in her apartment. During the French Revolution, Chloe told me, the women in prison, the duchesses, baronesses, marquises, whatever, they would screw any man who'd climb on top. Chloe breathed against my neck. Climb on top. Pony up, did I know.

Screwing passed the time. La petite mort, the French called it. Chloe had pornographic movies, if I was interested. Amyl nitrate. Normal times, I'd be sporting an erection. Our Chloe, however, is a skeleton dipped in yellow wax. Chloe looking the way she is, I am nothing. Not even nothing. Still, Chloe's shoulder pokes mine when we sit around a circle on the shag carpet.

We close our eyes. This was Chloe's turn to lead us in guided meditation, and she talked us into the garden of serenity. Chloe talked us up the hill to the palace of seven doors. Inside the palace were the seven doors, the green door, the yellow door, the orange door, and Chloe talked us through opening each door, the blue door, the red door, the white door, and finding what was there. Eyes closed, we imagined our pain as a ball of white healing light floating around our feet and rising to our knees, our waist, our chest.

Our chakras opening. The heart chakra. The head chakra. Chloe talked us into caves where we met our power animal. Mine was a penguin. Ice covered the floor of the cave, and the penguin said, slide.

Without any effort, we slid through tunnels and galleries. Then it was time to hug. Open your eyes. This was therapeutic physical contact, Chloe said. We should all choose a partner. Chloe threw herself around my head and cried. She had strapless underwear at home, and cried. Chloe had oils and handcuffs, and cried as I watched the second hand on my watch go around eleven times. So I didn't cry at my first support group, two years ago.

I didn't cry at my second or my third support group, either. I didn't cry at blood parasites or bowel cancers or organic brain dementia. This is how it is with insomnia.

Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you. Then there was Bob. The first time I went to testicular cancer, Bob the big moosie, the big cheesebread moved in on top of me in Remaining Men Together and started crying.

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The big moosie treed right across the room when it was hug time, his arms at his sides, his shoulders rounded. His big moosie chin on his chest, his eyes already shrink-wrapped in tears.

Shuffling his feet, knees together invisible steps, Bob slid across the basement floor to heave himself on me. Bob pancaked down on me.

Bob's big arms wrapped around me. Big Bob was a juicer, he said. All those salad days on Dianabol and then the racehorse steroid, Wistrol. His own gym, Big Bob owned a gym. He'd been married three times. He'd done product endorsements, and had I seen him on television, ever? The whole how-to program about expanding your chest was practically his invention.

Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one, if you know what I mean. Bob didn't know. Maybe only one of his huevos had ever descended, and he knew this was a risk factor.

Bob told me about postoperative hormone therapy. A lot of bodybuilders shooting too much testosterone would get what they called bitch tits.

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