|Lemuria Books, Jackson, MS|
I'm still not going to date a convict. Moving on.
|Bookseller Zita sporting |
a Damned t-shirt.
I am Liz's Mental Illness and Blurry Eyes.
I appreciate that the book Fight Club is slightly different from the movie. Marla is significantly more compelling in the book, for one thing. The "twist" is more transparent and far more believable. And while the idea of Fight Club is about male bonding and the definition of masculinity, there's enough satire to keep me from throwing the book across the room.
I am Liz's outraged Intro to Women's Studies curriculum.
Fight Club is juvenile. It glories in the vulgar practical jokes and tiny acts of anarchy that pervade the service industries. It shouldn't be taken as a textbook. It's one of those books where I think most of the readers take it too seriously and consider it The Catcher in the Rye of the 90's. The afterward is testament to the ridiculous responses this book has produced, and actually makes me think I might like this Chuck Palahniuk guy. We'll see. I have quite a few books to go.
I realize that I'm going to be reading a Chuck Palahniuk book about every day and a half for a couple of weeks, and that's on top of the reading I need to do to prepare for my next sales conference. And that full time job. (Still no to the convicts, though.) I don't sleep much. Filling my time and brain with the unladylike lit of Chuck Palahniuk could rot my brain, but I'll try to chronicle my mental collapse properly.
Next up: Survivor