Clube Da Luta

ISBN: 8586075884
ISBN 13: 9788586075889
By: Chuck Palahniuk

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Every weekend, in basements and parking lots across the country, young men with good white-collar jobs and absent fathers take off their shoes and shirts and fight each other barehanded for as long as they have to. Then they go back to those jobs with blackened eyes and loosened teeth and the sense that they can handle anything. Fight Club is the invention of Tyler Durden, projectionist, waiter and dark, anarchic genius. And it's only the beginning of his plans for revenge on a world where cancer support groups have the corner on human warmth.

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While this book is a personal favorite, it thoroughly divided my book club. A few others loved it as much as I did, and a few hated it (one member even advocated trashing every copy, an act that made my little librarian heart clench in shock and fear...) This book polarizes readers, and I think that can be good for a discussion. Fight Club became a touchstone book for disgruntled young men when it was published, and perhaps most importantly, got a whole generation of guys who didn't read at all to dive into a book. It is also so much more than what the titles suggest -- it's not just about violence, but zeroes in on peer pressure, consumerism, masculinity in the U.S., and the feeling of purposelessness and rage that many young men feel as they jump from college to work to settling down without any real sense of why they're following the path laid out for them. On top of tackling all this issues, this book is readable, wickedly funny, and exciting.For me, this is also an excellent example of an unreliable narrator tale -- when that twist kicks in -- oh boy! You'll never be able to read the same book again. Also, FYI, the film is just as brilliant, in my humble opinion, and well worth watching for Edward Norton and Brad Pitt's stellar performances, not to mention David Fincher's excellent direction. Another bonus is the excellent soundtrack.


Well, now I reckon y'all have seen the movie, so there's probably not a whole lot that you need to know about this book.You know Tyler Durden.He's the Id, the unchained spirit that wants what he wants and he wants it now. He's the voice in your head that tells you that everything is worthless, that chaos, death and the end of civilization would be better than anything our so-called "society" could ever create. He's the one standing over your left shoulder, whispering "Burn it all down. It'll be fun." He acts in secret, he has an army of minions, and he has a plan.Oh yes, you know Tyler Durden.The narrator of this dark and strange cautionary tale knows Tyler all too well, and tells us of how he and Tyler tried to change the world. It all started very simply - with basement fight clubs where men could let out their rage and frustration on each other. There were very few rules to fight club, but that was okay. Rules were, in fact, the problem. The regimented society in which we live imposes constant rules on us - social rules, cultural rules, corporate rules - that tell us who to be and what to think. The rules of our society have sapped us of our strength and purpose, making us soft. Pliable. Weak.But Tyler's plan doesn't end there - the fight clubs morph into Project Mayhem, a well-oiled anarchist movement, determined to bring down the very fundamentals of our society. With an army at his beck and call, Tyler is sure that his plan will succeed.It's a book with a couple of very powerful messages, one overt and incorrect, the other subtle and accurate. The overt message is Tyler's message - we are a generation with no cause, no purpose. Our lives are governed by what we buy and what we wear, and none of us will die having done anything with our lives. In order to be Real Men, we need to strip away the veneer of civilization - our Ikea furniture, our make-work jobs and our cornflower blue neckties - and rediscover the inner core of ourselves. The brutal, unafraid, unapologetic beast that is Man.This, to no one's surprise, appealed to a lot of people when the film came out because it's a very believable world view. Those of Gen X and beyond are reminded over and over again that the generations before us were the ones who actually did things. The Baby Boomers got herded into the slaughterhouse that was Vietnam, toppled a President, faced down the chaos of the Sixties and fought to change the world. Their parents, of course, were the Greatest Generation - a label that I have come to despise - who fought Hitler and freed Europe. Their parents struggled through the Depression, and their parents fought in the trenches of World War One.What have we done? Until the beginning of the 21st Century, how had we suffered? What had we sacrificed? Not a whole lot, and I think a lot of us secretly believe that we're not only not pulling our weight in the world, but that since we have not suffered, we're not really adult. Our miseries have not been those born of chaos, war and destruction. Ours have been tiny, personal tragedies that are, in their way, insignificant.I can see where Tyler Durden is coming from on this point - I do sometimes look around me and ask, "Where are our great challenges, our Normandy or our moon landing?" And I fear that without these milestones, my generation will never really be taken seriously. Unfortunately, this is about where most folks stopped thinking and decided, "Shit, man, he's right! I wanna start a fight club!" And short-lived fight clubs sprang up all over the country, lasting about as long as it took for people to realize that while Brad Pitt on the movie screen can get beaten within an inch of his life and still look cool, a normal human cannot. They missed the subtle message because it wasn't one that they really wanted to hear.The book is not about the triumph of nihilism over a consumer-driven culture. It's not about being a Real Man. It's not about being a unique snowflake or a space monkey. It's about overcoming both the desire to destroy society and the desire to be completely subsumed by it. It's about the need for purpose, and the need for connection with other people, and what can happen when one is deprived of those things. Tyler doesn't show up because the narrator is rootless or bored - Tyler shows up because the narrator has forsaken people for things. He has replaced personal achievement with material gain, and that's not a very fulfilling way to live.It is a cautionary tale for our generation - you are not your tragedies. You are not the club you belong to. You are not your scars. You are neither worthless nor undeserving.You are what you make yourself to be, no matter what Tyler Durden wants.

Chance Maree

I appreciated and enjoyed Fight Club. Artistry is evident despite the gritty=bad writing, which suited the characters, story, and message perfectly. The novel would have wilted, made powerless, had rules from most writing books been applied. Chuck Palahniuk described his work as "transgressive fiction" which is, according to Wiki, "a genre of literature that focuses on characters who feel confined by the norms and expectations of society and who break free of those confines in unusual and/or illicit ways." With this classification, I agree. The writing style needed to mirror the message, and it did. Transgressive fiction does not shy from illicit action in its motivation to shock readers. Shock can be useful, if not overdone or made stale. However, of more interest to me--in transgressive fiction, the hero is generally seeking a means for improvement in self or in society. From Wiki, "Much transgressional fiction deals with searches for self-identity, inner peace, or personal freedom. Unbound by usual restrictions of taste and literary convention, its proponents claim that transgressive fiction is capable of pungent social commentary." Fight Club has all the markings of its genre; the novel was true to its form. There's no need to criticize the violence or "gritty" prose. I wouldn't read space operas if I didn't like stories with space ships, for example. One of the novel's premises is that men (only), and mostly those in public service or mind-numbing jobs, happily embrace beating and getting beaten as an outlet for pent-up anger. These beatings are not minor cuts and bruises; they go beyond the brutality of professional boxing. For this, I had to suspend belief. While some fellows might go for years of physical rehabilitation and chronic pain, I doubt the fad would survive in the real world. But this is fiction, so fine, lots of pissed off men feel good beating up one another. Camaraderie evolves into an organized cult, and its members, referred to by the protagonist as space monkeys, proceed to provoke Mayhem. Space monkeys are still enmeshed in mindless servitude, but they feel good about themselves. Why all the physical bludgeoning? Rene Chun, a journalist for The New York Times, wrote that transgressive fiction is based on the premise that "knowledge is to be found at the edge of experience and that the body is the site for gaining knowledge." Interesting in premise. That may be why we exist on a physical plane. That's what this novel was, for me. Interesting. Non-materialism. Non-conformist. Twists (especially that wonderful not-secret-anymore reveal) and turns that never felt dull. Some quotes that seem central to the story: “I see in the fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables, slaves with white collars, advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of the history man, no purpose or place, we have no Great war, no Great depression, our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives, we've been all raised by television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't and we're slowly learning that fact. and we're very very pissed off.” “We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.” “I’m breaking my attachment to physical power and possessions, because only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.” “Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.” “I just don't want to die without a few scars.” “Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.” I read a statement by Chuck Palahniuk that in the original version, members of Project Mayhem castrated their victims. Chuck went as far as to describe a freezer full of testicles. Luckily, his editor convinced him to change the outcome. When the victims were shown mercy, Project Mayhem was redeemed. Chuck expressed appreciation to his editor for his editor's intervention. There are other gentle bits here and there to tame the violent beast. What I didn't like about the novel, wasn't in the novel. Palahniuk says this is a story written for men, because 85% of the stories out there are for old women. This attitude is nuts. Spare me the stereotyping, please. Once a writer finishes their work, the reader owns it--no matter whether they were the intended audience or not. So, why not 5 stars? While I found Fight Club interesting and enjoyed the gritty=bad writing style, I felt the story could have been better, tighter, more connections made, etc, as was proven by the improvements made in the film version.


Opening line: “Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after Tyler’s pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die”There’s not much I can say about FIGHT CLUB that hasn’t been said already (besides I’m not supposed to talk about it -first rule of FC and all) It’s one of those books on everyone’s “to read” list and ultimately it's everything you'd expect it to be; disjointed, astonishing, dark, gritty and fantastic. Although I did wonder how you’d manage to understand what’s going on in the beginning chapters without having seen the movie first because they don’t make a whole lot of sense.Of course you can’t help but compare the book to the movie. And in saying that I was surprised to learn that Fight Club the movie followed the book faithfully (including dialogue). It is so similar in fact that the book now reads much like a screenplay adaptation, even though it came first. Movies rarely follow the book word for word and subsequently I didn’t enjoy this as much as I’d been expecting to. There wasn’t anything extra here, no added insight into Tyler Durden’s character, no dirty scenes that didn‘t make it into the movie. I just kept picturing Brad Pitt and Edward Norton (not a bad thing) but then I also pictured Meatloaf Big Bob and his huge man boobs. The ending however is completely different and it blew my mind. We see the unnamed narrator’s split personality develop much earlier “I know this because Tyler knows this” It’s not the zenith moment, just a symptom, and he (and we) become aware of it much earlier. We then get to watch “him” try to keep it together, to reign in his space monkeys, to get rid of Tyler by staying awake, to disband project mayhem "Tyler told us you’d say that" and his descent into madness is just brilliant. The afterwards by the author is also very interesting. Detailing how this all started as a 7 page story he wrote when he was bored at work one day (its included as chapter 6 in the book) and then of course he expanded, added some friends stories (the naughty waiters and film splicing) and wrote what has transformed into the cult classic it is today.Still, I think everyone should read this book.


Welcome to Goodreads Book Review Club.The first rule is you don't talk about Review Club.The second rule is you don't talk about Review Club.The third rule is the review is over when Carpal Tunnel Syndrome sets in or the reader goes into a coma from terminally excessive verbiage.The fourth rule is only two persons reviewing a book at a time. (think the Point-Counter Point parody on the original Saturday Night Live... "Jane, You ignorant slut!!")The fifth rule is one review at a time. (I tried reviewing two books at one time and it ended up with Madam Bovary kicking Rambo's ass in a small town in Oregon)The sixth rule is you gotta type your review in the buff. An audience is optional. ("Look! I can type with eleven appendages!")The seventh rule is the review goes on as long as it has to or until Goodreads says "Enough already! Who do you think you are? Jose Saramargo?".And The eighth rule is if this is your first time at Review Club, start punching that keyboard!So what do you think? Doesn't it sound like a neat club. I'd join Fight Club but I know I be whimpering on the ground from the first time someone breaks my nose. I can handle paper cuts and review flags.But I will be mercifully brief for the actual review. Better than the first Palahniuk book I read (Choke) but not by much. Fight Club is a five star film from a two star book. The novel is needlessly nilistic, badly plotted. and it gives away the twist much faster than the film does. The narrator and Marla are one-dimensional cliches with Tyler Durden being the saving grace. He is a incredibly alive and strong character in a plodding story.I am Chuck's bored reader.

Meg ♥

My first and favorite Chuck Palahniuk book. I loved the book way more than the movie, and I've read it about 4 times. The movie is epic, but the story goes so much deeper in the book. Tyler is such an amazingly written characters, and the twists are simply insane the first time you read this book. Recommend to everyone!

Stefania T.

Intendiamoci.So perfettamente di essere una dei pochi polli sperduti che per la prima volta incontrano, scoprono Fight club. Non ho visto il film (echi di disapprovazione rumorosa e scomposta rimbombano in aula, “A casa devi andare, a casa!”); fino a ieri non avevo letto il romanzo; fino a ieri non sapevo che diavoleria fosse Fight club. Buongiorno! – direte tutti in coro, con smorfie saccenti (e alquanto insopportabili, se mi permettete).Non fate ironia, ché non sono dell’umore adatto. E come potrei, d’altra parte, esserlo dopo una lettura simile?L’ultima volta che una nuvoletta così tetra e minacciosa e deprimente si è parcheggiata sulla mia indifesa capoccia risale ai gloriosi giorni in cui lessi “1984”. E, badate bene, non sto paragonando Palahniuk ad Orwell (mi prendete per fessa?), ma consentitemi l’accostamento (azzardato?) quanto a umore-che-ti-si-appiccica-addosso durante e dopo la lettura.Demolizione e distopia. Mi sento vagamente demolita e velatamente distopica, ecco. “E’ una storia noir diventata un cult tra i giovani, preda di una specie di disperazione, di rabbia, di alienazione, che affondano in un’angoscia piena di smania distruttiva”.(Fernanda Pivano in “Libero chi legge”)Alienazione.Disperazione.Rabbia.Sicuramente queste, le parole-chiave: ma che ve lo dico a fa’. Lo sapete meglio di me, vero? Lo sa già l’intero COSMO meglio di me. Ma – anche in qualità di “ultima arrivata” – difendo il mio diritto alla discussione. Siete demotivati, delusi, frustrati, traditi, senza più nulla in cui credere o sperare? E’ il romanzo che fa per voi.Ebbene io ero: demotivata-delusa-frustrata-tradita-senza più nulla in cui credere o sperare. Perciò, fischiettando in libreria “Where is my mind” dei Pixies (o preferite la versione dei Placebo? Io non ho ancora scelto), ho deciso che – miseriaccia (ero incacchiata nera quel dì)- era giunto il momento per un romanzo distruttivo e arrabbiato. Et voilà, eccomi servito Fight club su un piatto d’argento.Il punto è che...Palahniuk, l’incacchiatura, me l’ha fatta passare.Non sono certa che questo fosse il suo intento (dite?), ma tant’è. Non strabuzzate gli occhi e lasciatemi difendere la mia posizione (“Alla ghigliottina devi andare, alla ghigliottina!”).- “Questa era la libertà. Perdere ogni speranza era la libertà”;- “Forse l’automiglioramento non è la risposta. Forse la risposta è l’autodistruzione”;- “Certe volte fai una cosa e finisci fottuto. Certe volte sono le cose che non fai e finisci fottuto”;- “Io sono immondizia. Io sono immondizia e merda e follia per te e questo piccolo mondo del cazzo”.Il panorama è questo. Tinte oscure e buie. Paesaggi che annientano, se ancora non ti sei annientato con le tue stesse mani. Distruzione e autodistruzione: non più come conseguenza ma come scelta. Non più effetto, ma causa. Non più come inevitabilità e imprescindibilità dell’esistenza, ma come ideologia. Questa è la scenografia, questa è l’idea di “anarchia” che Palahniuk disegna.A fine lettura mi sono chiesta: è veramente questo il messaggio ultimo del romanzo? La “morale”? Il contenuto ideologico?No. Allora?Allora è provocazione? Satira spietata? Humor nero? Demolizione intellettuale?Certo. Ma solo in parte. Quindi?Quindi, penso che con questi mezzi, con questi strumenti, Chuck Palaniuk abbia voluto aprire un palcoscenico distopico sul mondo, sulla società, sul tempo. Un palcoscenico tenebroso e distruttivo.Per denuncia.DENUNCIA.Fight club non è un inno alla violenza e nemmeno satira nera fine a se stessa.Non mi sarei sentita meglio a fine lettura se fosse stato (solo) questo.Tutto nel romanzo è portato così furiosamente all’eccesso che tutto, alla fine, risulta...Ridicolizzato.E’ tutto troppo. Un troppo meditato, con un fine preciso: non possiamo classificarlo “realismo” e poi lavarcene le mani. No, non ci sto.La realtà è sicuramente lo spunto, la base, se non addirittura l’attrice protagonista. Ma lo spettacolo non esaurisce in essa la sua funzione.Palahniuk mi ha insegnato l’autodistruzione, è certamente vero. E’ lì che stiamo andando, è in quella direzione che il treno sta deragliando.Ma siamo in tempo per frenare e sterzare?Sono io in tempo per frenare e sterzare?Per questo, a fine lettura, mi sono sentita meglio.


When there is a book that I'm interested in reading that I hear is going to be made into a movie, I try to do my best to read the book before that happens. The reason for this is I don't want my impression of the book to be sullied by the movie. While watching a movie and thinking to yourself, "Hey, I remember that from the book!" Or, "Huh, that wasn't in the book. Interesting," or even, "That was in the book, but they did it differently. I applaud/deplore this decision," is interesting and fun, reading a book and seeing how it plays out against a fondly remembered movie is not as enthralling for some reason.With that in mind, I hadn't seen David Fincher's 'Fight Club' in many, many years. I saw it once on DVD when it came out, and not since. That's not to say I didn't like it, however, and although I didn't remember every little detail, I did, unfortunately, remember the film's (and, before it, the book's) big twist. To put it into perspective, imagine having someone ruin the surprise of 'The Sixth Sense' and then still sitting through the whole thing. Suddenly it becomes a little tedious. So coming into this book with that knowledge, in order to really 'wow' me, Palahniuk would have to do so with the actual words and not gimmicks.It's a tall order, and the book was mostly up to it. It's a good read. I enjoyed it, even having known the twist. I didn't really remember the ending of the movie, though, strangely enough, and I had to say, the book's ending left me a little cold. So I went back and watched the film last night as a refresher, which is sort of a funny experience (I saw the movie, read the book and remembered stuff from the movie, then watched the movie and remembered stuff from the book). Whereas the film reveals the twist and then ramps up to a fascinating and fulfilling climax, the book seems to just run out of steam and end haphazardly; a happy little ending with a winking nod to the type of ending the book deserved.It's a bit disappointing, because it's the sort of plot that seems to fit better on paper than film, but quite frankly, I think the film is a bit better. At worst, they're even. Palahniuk himself was quoted as saying about the finished product of the film that it actually made him a little embarrassed of the book (in the special edition DVD liner notes), and I think he's right. While no doubt a fascinating read the first time through, and a good, innovative story on its own merits, the fact of the matter is that 'Fight Club' has taken on a life of its own since publication, and that life has been embodied by the image of Brad Pitt as 'Tyler Durden'. The book itself just can't hold up the same way in the aftermath.This edition of the book also has an interesting afterword where Palahniuk describes the 'Fight Club' phenomenon as it were, and it seems clear that he feels the whole thing has become much more than he bargained for, due in large part to the film.All that said, it was a good book, and I will definitely be reading more Palahniuk down the road.


Wow. That was different. REALLY different. I thought this would be a quick read. Just over 200 pages... was I wrong. I was really out of my comfort zone, and it took me about 30 pages to get into Chuck's writing style, and the narration. BUT, I thought it was clever and surprisingly funny at parts.Initial thoughts:1) If Chuck did his research, I know how to make home made bombs and soap.2) Very clever. Very insightful.3) Dark. Crude. Funny.4) Narration style is very different from what I'm used to. Not an easy, quick read at all (not that's a bad thing).5) Full of satire regarding identity, social status, and society. Deep.Check out my full book review!


I didn't think I'd be the type to like Chuck Palahniuk's work, somehow. But Fight Club is iconic, and I haven't seen the movie, so I thought -- by my dad's reasoning: he knows about the plots of soaps only because he says something you need to know to get on with other people, and possibly also to win pub quizzes, which both he and I do quite well -- that I'd better read it and find out what's going on.I actually enjoyed it a lot. I meant to pick it up for five minutes, read just a little bit, and then get to bed in time. Half an hour later I looked up. Oops.Despite never seeing the movie or reading the book -- despite not even being interested -- I figured everything out very swiftly, and I think it's because Fight Club is one of those things that you come across a lot in popular culture, and you just sort of learn about it by osmosis. Or maybe it was that obvious, I don't know, but I enjoyed the unfolding of it, even if I can't say I like the idea of a real Fight Club... I found it an oddly compulsive read for something I was so sure I wouldn't be interested in.


To start with, the film is so far superior to this book it becomes a valuable example in the argument of "instances when film adaptations are better than the original books".There. Ive said it.Moving on. No, his writing is not "good" nor is it "brilliant" or "Gritty" (one of my favorites, usually translates to bad). It is indeed bad writing. Bad from the perspective of literature. Bad when viewed through scope of history and the pantheon of wonderful, eloquent geniuses of the written word. Men who have put a piece of thier soul down on paper and made it dance and contort in order to say something profound about humanity and what it means to be human.Perhaps Palahniuk's ideas are there and that is a separate issue from the writing itself. The writing (and I have to agree with some others who have reviewed this book)reeks of the same gangrenous rot that much modern "literature" reeks of. A debasement of the language down to the point where the 7 percent of American males who read a book in the last year can feel comfortable reading it and not have thier attention spans exhausted within two pages.Oh I compliment Mr. Palahniuks accomplishment. Quite impressive really. He has created a work so debased and and simple, that a whole generation of disaffected, junior-high and high-school boys now can now channel thier collective aggression and penchant for physical harm upon each other into an organized ethos.The truth is sad, because I really do feel the Chuck is really saying something profound about society, but like all bad art, we must question whether the message is communicated accurately and effectively. At its pithy middle, Fight Club is about the search for meaning within a society of artifice. A search that peters out for most as our fear of failing to accomplish our ideals flings us into a life of rote, mechanical (excuse the word)pussy-ship. Fight Club attempts to turn these fears on thier head by begging the question: are our ideals really our own? Are they bull-sh*t?Unfortunately I feel this question is lost amidst the musical screams and thuds of a festival of meat-pounding violence.John Gardner once said:~To write with taste in the highest sense, is to write with the assumption that one out of a hundred people who read one's work may be dying, or having some loved one dying. To write so that no one commits suicide, no one despairs; to write as Shakespeare wrote, so that people understand, sympathize, and see the universality of pain and feel strengthened, if not directly encouraged to live on.


You do not talk about Fight Club.

Stacia (out of inspiration)

The first rule about fight club is you don't talk about fightclub. I won't. (I was surprised by how much the book and movie lined up. This might be one of the closest book/movie adaptations I've ever seen.)


I read this book as a self-absorbed 18-year old and never looked back. Brilliant modern critique of western consumerism and masculinity, told through the story of an underground club of men who beat the hell out of each other as a way of working through their disillusionments.Each sentence of each chapter is quotable, things like :'You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.'and'We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.'(As a trivial aside, you can hear a selection of them in the Dust Brother's song 'This is Your Life' featuring Brad Pitt, who incidentally does a pretty good job as the aforementioned anti-hero in the movie.) What is most poignant however, is the lingering effects of the narrator's troubled relationship with his father throughout his adult life. The quote I remembered most explicity, even years after reading Fight Club is this one:"What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God. If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out and dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?" I'm waiting for another book to come along that will speak as loudly to me about modern day malaise.

Stu - (Sequere me in tenebras)

"This is life and it's ending in 10, 9, 5, 2 seconds - that's because you are enforcing the end!!!"Before I start the film is easily in the top movies I've ever seen!Jack meets TylerJack is TylerTyler is JackJack is disillusioned with lifeJack meets MarlaMarla's a fakeFakeFakeFakeJack's a fakeThey both attend self-help groupsThese groups change into fight clubFight club changes into anarchy against societyThis pretty much sums up the core of the story.Fight Club I'm torn about you. On the one hand you are a beautifully crafted piece of social commentary written in fictional form. On the other it reads like a whining emo piece and a personal rant (by Chuck) at society. Which in itself is fine, but I couldn't get Jack out of my mind as a 'I hate the world, fuck society' emo moaner. Jack is just a 'everyman' going about his business in life, collecting all those things you don't need in life - the oak crafted table, Ikea bookshelves and matching dinner set. "Oh heavens, I'm ruled by my possessions and hate my life, my job, everything!"Get over yourself bud. If you feel that strongly about life, change it. It's not actually that hard. If you can hatch a plan to bring down society as it stands, then you can decide to change your life! Oh, I'm missing the point here - this is a philosophical piece on how possessions own us, we are ruled by laws and everyman is the same! Jack's not real, he's just the narrator, what do I care. You may tell I'm becoming overly sarcastic here. I really don't see the strength of the character in regards to Jack and Tyler. Jack has insomnia, Jack is depressed and fed up with life, fine. He invents Tyler who is the devil in him. At day Jack is in-control, at night when he is sleeping Tyler takes over. Interesting - must be a schizophrenic. But there's so much more to it Stu!!!Thanks Tyler! Yes there is more to it. The story, as I've mentioned is really well written. I enjoyed Tyler's character and the confusion triangle between Tyler, Jack and Marla. It's ultra-violent which I have no problem with. Visualization is possibly the strongest point of Chuck's work here. As a piece on social degradation it's a interesting read - one of opinion, but then when isn't a individuals opinion not important in today's society (now that is sarcasm). It's true what Chuck writes, we are ruled by money, some in a mundane daily job, possessions rule us, we are inbred into a celebrity culture where how you dress and act is more important than you as a person. Now some would call that fascism, ironically. Chuck Palahniuk alludes to all these facets in Fight Club. I didn't dislike or like this novel, I took it as it was written, as a piece of fiction imbued with a personal take on the current state of society. I'd recommend this to anyone. So why such a average score? I just didn't feel anything towards the book or characters - but the prose was brilliantly handled. Give it a read, especially if you are interested in English Lit, Sociology or Philosophy.

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