I have never read any of his books before. This one, although not his most popular book, was recommended to me by a friend who has read several of his novels. I know little about Palahniuks work other then what Hollywood has done with Fight Club and the way that movie haunted me and followed me from year to year. It, the movie, is both brilliant and disturbing, but I tend to think everything disturbing is also brilliant. That's why I idolize artists like Cindy Sherman, Edgar Allen Poe, Tim Burton, Stephan Sondheim, Diane Arbus, and Henry Toulouse-Latrec. I love anything that dives down deep into the psyche and explores the inner demons that hide within us all. None of them try to explain it away or make it into something it's not. The most brilliant of artists are those that can find something deep within humanity that lurks in subconsciousness and smells like denial, and hold up a mirror so that each of us can see it for ourselves. The most brilliant of brilliant artists will also make us laugh at it... although we often feel guilty for laughing. Perhaps that is the experience I am hoping for in picking up this novel. I'm searching for a disturbing sort of brilliance.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment