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Chuck Palahniuk recently appeared on Soft White Underbelly. I subscribe to that channel, and YouTube promptly served me the interview. Soft White Underbelly is a fascinating talk show for the low-bottom crowd, an equal and opposite platform from the standard broadcast talk show—to really explain this channel requires an entire post.
So I had to check this out. Chuck is, as always, a charming and well-spoken interviewee.
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The interview is wonderfully paced and shot, and one of the best on the channel. None, all, or a percentage in-between? Is this really who he is or is this a created long con a step removed from JT LeRoy? After that, the books slide into entertainment, each one getting worse until they slide into the wet muck that are the Fight Club sequels.
Should we judge a writer by their best work or their worst? Every writer has written a stinker or fight, right? How can this be the same writer? Is it possible that Chuck is writing horrible books on purpose, each one worse than the last, to see where his readership breaks? Is club some kind of weird anti-literary device that goes beyond anything Andy Kaufman did with comedy 1?
Inmy first book, King of the Roadkillswas released. I was a bit of a Gen X darling at the time, and three other presses expressed interest in my next gay if it were a novel. There was also a lot of streetfighting in the book, a direct retelling of my own teen years in the aforementioned cult. I spent the rest of that year and part of the next hammering that out, and everyone who had said they wanted the book had been fired, quit, or gone out of business by that time.
Marty described Fight Club to me. I felt like throwing up. More likely, he had finished his before I had started mine. But definitely my manuscript was dead because of it 4. You only feel bad when someone who sucks beats you. So I became a author. The room was crowded, like readings rarely got save for the likes of David Sedaris or Sherman Alexie.
Fight Club is an intensely gay book. The Tylers meet on a nude beach and are naked in the house the whole time. One of them is living a heterosexual lie by sleeping with Marla and the other hates him self for it. The straight men in the book love each other but culturally cannot admit it.