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.

Reader's Thoughts

Sam Quixote

Like most people who read this book, I saw the film first. The Fight Club movie had a notoriously bad publicity campaign - what few TV spots I saw showed a topless Brad Pitt whaling on some poor sod surrounded by other guys cheering them on. Everything about it screamed “dumb guy action movie”. Which is why I was last in my circle of friends in high school back in ‘99/2000 (I forget which year exactly - probably the latter) to get the laserdisc of Fight Club (to those too young to remember, the tech that was soon to be enveloped by DVDs). Then I watched it, on my PC because I didn’t have a player for my TV - just a VHS. It crashed around the 50 minute mark and I wasn’t sure how to fast forward but I didn’t care as I was mesmerised with what I was seeing, I just rewatched it from the start. It crashed at least one more time in between discs and probably in total it took me four hours that first time to watch the movie completely. Fight Club the movie hit me like a sonic boom. Everything about it felt life-changing and new - like the narrator feels after his first fight with Tyler Durden (the 90s version of Sal Paradise), you felt like you could do anything after watching it. So, once I found out it was a book first, I immediately set out to buy Fight Club the novel, but my local bookshop was sold out so I purchased a copy of Survivor instead and loved it. Chuck Palahniuk was now my favourite writer. I would read Fight Club after I’d also read Invisible Monsters but because the movie was so faithful in its adaptation, so many lines and scenes as I read them just felt like I was reading the movie - I still loved it though. I’d read a couple more of Palahniuk’s books - Choke and Lullaby - before giving up on him, dipping into his books every now and then over the years when nostalgia visited me but never completing them (they just weren’t very good!). So now that 14/15 years have passed since I read it, and at least 10 years since I last saw the movie, I thought it was due a re-read. Did it hit me as hard, second time round? No - but it’s still a powerful book that I discovered I now liked for different reasons. Our nameless narrator is an insurance claims adjustor who hates his rigid, comfortable little life - and then he meets Tyler Durden, a man living on the fringes of society who introduces him to a more destructive and different lifestyle. They create Fight Club, an underground boxing group where anyone can fight one another. As fight club grows, so do Tyler’s ambitions until Fight Club becomes Project Mayhem, a terrorist group bent on total societal collapse. But who is Tyler Durden really - and will he succeed in bringing down the world?So what is Fight Club, really? It’s a romantic comedy. Huh?! Yeah, a pitch black one - and it’s also a brilliant reworking of The Great Gatsby (two guys, one girl, destructive love triangle, one guy gets shot in the end, our narrator is an apostle of one of the guys). Marla Singer is our nameless narrator’s love interest, though he doesn’t realise it until the end, and even then he can’t bring himself to say he loves her - in what should be the moment in the movie when boy and girl declare their love for one another, he says that he does “like” her! Along with Tyler, they have a tempestuous love affair that sees three unbelievably damaged people working their way through layers of insanity to something better than they hoped for - peace. And it’s a super funny book. Who doesn’t laugh at Big Bob, the big moosie, with his giant bitch tits smothering our narrator as they Remain Men Together at the support group for testicular cancer survivors? Or the silly moments Tyler and Joe (I’m giving our nameless narrator the name Joe because he repeatedly calls himself “Joe’s (insert body part/emotion here)” - you’ll understand the metaphor in the novel) have when they’re peeing in soup or splicing frames of porn into Disney movies! When I was reading this as a teenager, I focused on the nihilism and pessimistic side to Fight Club. Tyler’s goals are the total annihilation of culture as a reaction to the frustration he feels is brought about by modern life - men figuratively having their balls cut off as opposed to actually because they were cancerous. His speeches were negative, droning on about how you are not your belongings, and you are not a beautiful unique snowflake, and that you were raised to believe you’d be a celebrity and a rock star - and you won’t, and you’re pissed off at that. What kid doesn’t identify with this stuff, affirming your emo worldview?Reading this years later, I noticed other things about it. Superficially it’s negative, but underlying it is actually a very positive message. Tyler may say you’re not a beautiful unique snowflake but he’s dedicated to making total strangers feel like they matter - that one man has all the power in the world. One of his homework assignments for Project Mayhem is to go out and start a fight with someone, and lose to them, thus making them feel strong and realising the strength buried within them. He wants to cut through the crap in our lives and make us all truly happy by going after what we know we should, but don’t for whatever reasons. He takes the bullets out of a gun then threatens a store clerk that he’ll blow his brains out unless he goes after his dream of becoming a veterinarian. He’s using the tools of violence for positive means, demanding that people realise their full potential and not accept their lot in life - to strive for something more which they can and will achieve with just the right push in the direction of their choosing. All throughout the book are moments like this - when they’re in a speeding car, driving down the wrong lanes, the space monkeys (Tyler’s disciples) in the back seats yelling out their dreams as they challenge death to deny them the chance to live them, and it’s thrilling to read but also ingenious when you realise that this is the way you get men to be men and talk about being, and discovering how to be, men. It’s kind of like the male version of The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, as men slowly get their metaphorical balls back, no longer remaining men but becoming men together. As extraordinary as the book is, the movie is overwhelmingly associated with it, at least to me. Brad Pitt, Ed Norton, and Helena Bonham Carter ARE Tyler, Joe and Marla. I hear Norton’s droning voice when I read Palahniuk’s words, I see Pitt’s grinning mug whenever Tyler appears, and HBC’s doom-laden appearance is the only way Marla could look. The book and the movie are inseparable in many ways but I will say the movie provides a more satisfying finale to the book. Granted the book does lay the groundwork for a sequel - which is in the works, as a comic book no less! - and leaves things deliciously, ambiguously open-ended. But the film’s ending - it’s too perfectly iconic and eerily prescient given what would happen two years after it was released. And while it might seem that I’m doing a disservice to the novel by comparing it to the film, I’m really not - it’s like comparing one gem to another: both are undeniable gems, true masterworks of their respective art forms. Fight Club is a beautifully written, original novel that remains as fresh today as it did back in the ‘90s. It’s a book that will subvert the reader’s expectations in all the best ways, even if you’ve read it before. In Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk created something... unique. Like a snowflake. Slide!


I have found that few people are ambivalent about this book. Either they hate it or they love it. Either way, it's an original. It is almost impossible to compare Fight Club to any other book that I've read.I once read a review of the movie (which does a pretty good job of capturing the tone and themes of the book) that said that the people who hated the movie saw it as a drama rather than the comedy that it was intended to be. I think that there is something to that idea.Fight Club is what Al Franken would refer to as "kidding on the square". It is comedic and over-the-top. But there is a kernel of truth under the irony. Mr. Palahniuk seems to be writing a satire of disaffected youth. He has taken the worst cliches of the genre and amped them up more than a few degrees. This book is Catcher in the Rye after a few lines of meth.But there are some interesting ideas in there as well. There are wonderful descriptions of the way that our crassly commercial culture anesthetizes that animal part of our nature. It is also interesting how the fight-club movement, which began with noble (if bare-knuckled) intentions, turns and becomes dangerous and ugly. You can see this theme in Animal Farm, Lord of the Flies, and pretty much any religious movement.The trick to loving this book is to not take it too seriously--but take it a little seriously.


WARNINGIf you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all who claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told you should want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.

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.)


Fight Club is my new favorite book.I picked it up from the library this morning, started reading it when I got home, and didn't put it down until it was finished. I found out about Fight Club through Helena Bonham Carter, who is my favorite actress. When I looked her up on IMDB, I saw that she played Marla Singer in the movie, and whenever I hear about an interesting movie, I immediately check to see if it was first a book.Marla Singer did not disappoint me. Neither did Tyler Durden or the unnamed narrator. As for Chuck Palahniuk, I liked him so much I've memorized the spelling of his name. I was thrilled to find out that Fight Club was only his first novel (and a ferocious first novel, at that), and my next task to is find more books by this diabolical author and read them til I become Molly's Racing Heart and reach my own enlightened Zen state.I was totally convinced by Tyler, from the point that he sat in the shadow of his 60-second perfection to the point that he puts a gun in the mouth of the narrator. As a fellow soap maker, I loved reading about the fat rendering and tissue-paper wrapping and packing the pure tallow with flower petals to give it scent. But by far, my favorite lines in the book are the confused sperm in the cave-painted toilet bowl.And I learned a lot from this book. I learned the hepatitis virus can live on stainless steel for six months, that meringue is odor-absorbing, that the Parker-Morris building has exactly one hundred ninety-one floors, and that roses are a natural astringent. And above all, that cow-fat collagen injections don't last. As for the "Big Twist," I totally didn't see it coming. It was almost sort of a letdown, because I thought, oh no, here comes another contrived situation. Although it resolved itself rather quickly, it ended perfectly, and the narrator finally got the ALL the support he so badly needed. And now, I definitely want to watch the movie. I might just fall in love with Helena as Marla Singer.


Pretty graphic, but very well-written. Also, thanks to this book, I now know how to make a bomb out of orange juice and window cleaner. I also know that men are completely insane.


You do not talk about Fight Club.


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.

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.


"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."yes, you can be a girl and still get fight club. it took me a long time to explain this to some of my male friends, but i think they finally understood. one of few books that was turned into a film and ended up equal if not superior to the text. the novel does stand on its own though, and deserves to be read even if you feel like the movie told you everything you need to know. i read the entire thing on a greyhound bus trip from pittsburgh back to d.c., and amazingly sat next to someone who worked on the set of the film. and yes, i know he was for real (although why he was traveling by bus is beyond me). the ending takes a fantastic, sinister turn that the movie doesn't come close to touching. also within these pages is one of my favourite all-time quotes:"One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection."what can i say about this? it will change your life. i wrote an encomium on this book my freshman year of college, as any good college freshman should do, and i still stand by every word. you should read this once a year as a refresher course because lets face it, it's easy to get lost in our world of consumption. in tyler we trust.


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!

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.


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.


Mary Ann Evans, in the 1850s, spoke out against the notion that "lady novelists" were capable of producing only "silly novels" - precious, sentimental, illogical and improbable claptrap - while men produced high literature. She changed her name to George Eliot and wrote as a "gender neutral" narrator, highly educated and worldly, and mostly transparent (i.e., not silly).The 1990s finds us again at a crossroads where literature is concerned, with the rise of Oprah's book club and the whole genre of "chick lit" on the one hand (in many cases just "silly novels by lady novelists" revivified), and a sort of phallic-anxiety heavy-on-the-masculine literature on the other. This second group, I like to call "guy crap." It's not a bad label ; there's some good stuff in guy crap, just like there is on Oprah's book list. Guy crap includes genre fiction (Dennis Lehane, Jonathan Lethem), as well as insistent intellectualism (David Foster Wallace, Martin Amis, Paul Auster) ... and, of course, the violent, psych-you-out, latter-day-Robbe-Grillet disturbances of Bret Easton Ellis and Chuck Palahniuk. Some of these are done well, and some of them are just as silly as the lady novelists' claptrap.Fight Club is one of those novels where the unrelenting GUY-ness of narrator and storyline begins as an intriguing challenge and ends up fatiguing and gimmicky. In case there's anyone out here who hasn't either read the book or seen the movie, I won't spoil anything, I promise. It's a book about a bunch of young men, frustrated in their low-on-the-ladder white-collar day jobs and the emptiness of modern society, who meet routinely to pound each other close to death and plot destruction on a less personal scale. The novel is Palahniuk's testament to the counter-culture of yuppiedom, a world in which squalor and presentability, upward mobility and civil disobedience, live side by side and take each other's measure daily. Palahniuk asks pointed questions about the world we live in, and his prose is the strength of this novel - he keeps you interested, even when you realize how much you hate what he's saying.And you should hate what Palahniuk is saying. Because at the heart of the novel sits a troubled foundation. It's not the acts of (juvenile, for the most part) sociopathy, or even the ultimate real pathology the characters fall into. What you should hate as (or after) you read is the book's central three-part idea, that (a) the disaffected youth of the video-game generation really do hold the truth about society ; (b) society in turn is nothing but a reflection of the video-game generation's disaffected world-view ; and (c) once a disaffected youth of the video-game generation, always a disaffected youth of the video-game generation - there is no improvement, there is no connection, there is no healing, there is no "out," because boys never grow up. Even the support-group conceit that could represent the narrator's redemptive attempt at relation turns out to be just a device, as egotistical for the character as it is ultimately for the storyline. Relation between people doesn't exist, not really : you don't talk about fight club. We're all just wandering bruised through the wasted LCD landscape, staking out our independence like rebel teenagers, promising to blow up whatever we disagree with.Palahniuk has said he wrote this book as a kind of provocation, to get back at a publisher for turning down his earlier manuscript. I wonder if he peed in the publisher's soup, too : it wouldn't altogether surprise me.


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.

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