Latest read in my quest to consume the Chuck Palahniuk oeuvre before Thursday: Rant. Lots of people warned me about this book. I think it's supposed to be shocking, but when it's your eighth Chuck book in 2 1/2 weeks, NOTHING is shocking. I may be sitting here pulling the almonds off the tops of Almond Joy candy bars and calling the nut-free goodness Milky Mounds. I think I've lost the capacity to feel my toes.
I hate snakes, so I went with another biting creature. |
After making a name for himself in his hometown, Rant moves to the city. There are day people and night people here, with curfews enforced. There's a theme of population control running throughout Rant and the day vs. night tactics are meant to ease excessive growth and traffic. Rant takes up with nighttimers including a girl named Echo Lawrence. Echo drives a car in what amounts to a nightly demolition derby, and Rant is a lookout in her cars. At some point Rant and company discover that time travel is possible and that instead of erasing yourself by interfering with your ancestors in the past a la Back to the Future, one could discover a way to live outside of time in a liminal zone by destroying the grandparents, parents, etc. You're still alive, but because you have no past you're on a separate plain and basically a god. (...This is probably a spoiler. Sorry.)
Rant is a weird book. I don't like snakes, so I didn't bother to sleep the day/night that I read it. I feel strange.
Next: Snuff
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