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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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.


1st rule about Fight Club is read the novel first! Well thats my rule, i watched the movie, when it came out years ago (most the population) and only now discovered the real Fight club.The narrator is a traveling automobile company employee who suffers from insomnia. On advice from his doctor attends support groups and pretends to be a victim. He gains some emotional release here and feels part of a people and becomes addicted to attending these support groups as an imposter. He's not the only one who's a trickster and important character pops up at the meetings Marla and they both find they have an emptiness to fill and befriend each other.On a flight he befriended a key character of the story, Durden a soap salesman, they arrange to meet at a bar and the rest is history as they say. They set up a fight club the rules are.1.You don't talk about fight club.2.You don't talk about fight club.3.When someone says stop, or goes limp, the fight is over.4.Only two guys to a fight.5.One fight at a time.6.They fight without shirts or shoes.7.The fights go on as long as they have to.8.If this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.They are "a generation of men raised by women," being without a male example in their lives to help shape their masculinity. The fight club is not really about physical combat, money, skill or winning but instead a way for participants to experience feeling in a society where they are otherwise numb. The fighting forms a resistance to the impulse to be "cocooned" in society. The fighting between the men stripped away the "fear of pain" and "the reliance on material signifiers of their self-worth", leaving them to experience something valuable.As the fight club's membership grows Tyler begins to use it to spread his anti-consumerist ideas and recruits fight club's members to participate in increasingly elaborate pranks on corporate America. This was originally the narrator's idea, but Tyler takes control from him. Tyler eventually gathers the most devoted fight club members (referred to as "space monkeys") and forms "Project Mayhem," a cult-like organization that trains itself as an army to bring down modern civilization. This Organization, like fight club, is controlled by a set of rules:1.You don't ask questions.2.You don't ask questions.3.No excuses.4.No lies.5.You have to trust Tyler.The narrator becomes unhappy with Tyler's extremities and a battle for power and control ignites literally. The narrator and Tyler can no longer accommodate the same space one has to give in on power and control! I can not comment anymore on the story as i don't want to spoil the story any further. This was a thought provoking read and written in a wacky style.Think of the Psycho movie and that Jack Nicholson character from One Flew over the cuckoos nest playing Mr Bates and you might have something close to the protagonist in this story. "But I'm Tyler Durden. I invented fight club. Fight club is mine. I wrote those rules. None of you would be here if it wasn't for me. And I say it stops here!""I love everything about Tyler Durden, his courage and his smarts. His nerve. Tyler is funny and charming and forceful and independent, and men look up to him and expect him to change their world. Tyler is capable and free, and I am not. I'm not Tyler Durden.""This was the goal of Project Mayhem, Tyler said, the complete and right-away destruction of civilization. What comes next in Project Mayhem, nobody except Tyler knows. The second rule is you don't ask questions.""It's Project Mayhem that's going to save the world. A cultural ice age. A prematurely induced dark age. Project Mayhem will force humanity to go dormant or into remission long enough for the Earth to recover."


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.


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.


"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.


Book Info: Genre: Literary fictionReading Level: AdultRecommended for: those who liked the movie, those who like very violent stories that are twistyTrigger Warnings: violence, those with arachnophobia beware, making soap out of human collagen, murder, suicidal ideationMy Thoughts: One of the keywords used to describe this book is “nihilism.” I think this is particularly appropriate. Over and over the narrator repeats things like, “Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer... Maybe self-destruction is the answer.” Or, “At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.” Or, “It's only after you've lost everything... that you're free to do anything.” It reminds me of a line in a GWAR song: “Sometimes you have to burn everything down so you can have nothing at all.” “I felt I could finally get my hands on everything in the world that didn't work... Nothing was solved when the fighting was over, but nothing mattered.”“Me, with my punched-out eyes and dried blood in big black crusty stains on my pants, I'm saying HELLO to everybody at work. HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.” So, as you can see it is not a subtle message, but indeed one that is pounded into the reader over and over, like punches in the face. It's actually rather brilliant, but ultimately depressing if you take it too much to heart. There is much discourse over the ultimate meaning of this book. To put it out there, I think this book is about modern man's search for his place in the world. Men evolved to hunt and fight, and nowadays are more likely to be hunting for a paperclip and fighting for a good parking spot. It has left them at loose ends (thus the wars), and this book is about men seeking a way to turn the tide back to the times when they were providing more meaningful services to humanity.I've read a few books by Chuck Palahniuk and enjoyed them all, but this one is the best. Which is ironic, since it's also the first book he had published. I've talked to a lot of people who say his earlier work, such as this book, is brilliant, but that it loses a lot of that brilliance in later books. After having read this one, and considering the other books I've read by him, I can see where that comes from. I should re-read those books and see what I think now, if I can find my copies! Anyway, if you saw and liked the movie, or if you like books that will seriously twist your brain, then check this book out. It's a mind-warper.Disclosure: This book was a gift from a friend. All opinions are my own.Synopsis: The first rule about fight club is you don't talk about fight club.In his debut novel, Chuck Palahniuk showed himself to be his generation's most visionary satirist. Fight Club's estranged narrator leaves his lackluster job when he comes under the thrall of Tyler Durden, an enigmatic young man who holds secret boxing matches in the basement of bars. There two men fight "as long as they have to." A gloriously original work that exposes what is at the core of our modern world.


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!


At one point in my life, I would have embraced this ‘I-am-an-anti-Christ-I-am-an-anarchist-Don't- know-what-I-want-But-I-know-how-to-get-it-I-wanna-destroy-the-passer-by-'Cos-I-wanna-be-anarchy’ anthem. Now I’m just tired.In 1996, when this novel was written, I might have been on the fringe of still believing… maybe…naps looked awful nice back then. The idea is inspiring, in a mind-set not body moving sort of way. Yay. Old. I will admit that I loved this movie adaptation and it’s taken me 17 years to read the book. Is that a hipster thing? I don’t know. I loved it in a Keyser Soze sort of way. In a Leonard Shelby sort of way. When I was young, Tyler Durden was one hot character. Now he seems like high maintenance. Really, who can keep up with that?I do love the boy on boy camaraderie that fight club inspires. I have never been in a fight, unless you count the time I slammed my Holly Hobby lunch box into Troy Smith’s jaw in kindergarten. I don’t see the exhilaration but I can appreciate it. I can support the whole ‘not wanting to die without scars’ reasoning. We get one life. Let’s beat the crap out of each other and enjoy it. It’s probably not so different than a runner’s high, right? I can also get behind the support group addiction. What better way to lose yourself but to plop down in the middle of parasitic brain parasite survivors. That paper cut seems much friendlier now. Our generation has always seemed… not lost… another group got that name. I hate the ‘x’ label… but we’ve always seemed bitter and pissed off and growing up has been a hassle. This book captures that feeling:“Deliver me from Swedish FurnitureDeliver me from clever artMay I never be completeMay I never be contentMay I never be perfectDeliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.”Because what then? Maybe Tyler Durden lives in all of us. Maybe we all believe that ‘This isn’t really death… We’ll be legend. We won’t grow old.” Maybe we’re scared that we will be forgotten. Tyler Durden can save us from obscurity. “Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.” Many of us believed that once.I am Joe’s xanax/paxil/klonopin ridden liver.Sid Vicious once said “ I was the only guy with any bit of anarchy left.” Look where it got him. I have a bowl of hearty tomato soup and homemade bread waiting for me. Project Mayhem can wait. I will watch the walls fall and wonder 'Where is my mind?' thankyouverymuch.


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.

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.


I adore the way Palahniuk writes, it's like having someone back you into a corner and not knowing if they want to hit you or fuck you...the tension is immeasurable. His language speaks to the gut, the primal drives that undulate in all of us just beneath the surface of our civility. THIS is the authors magic, the ability to make us feel so much with stripped down and raw language. The words roll around in the head and make us THINK about our role in the modern consumer society: Who am I? What does this mean? Where am I going in this ocean of chaos?A lot of people have indicated that this is a purely masculine novel, written from and for the sweaty depths of the male mind. I understand but disagree, I do not think that the content/context narrows a woman's ability to "get" the meaning. I internalized this novel as much as any male. I GOT the meaning of the aggression, I GOT the tension that one feels wriggling in the box society has fashioned for us.I GOT the nauseous feeling thinking about our existence in a world where passive aggressive interaction is the norm. Rather than condoning violence for the aggression's sake, Palahniuk offers it as a route to enlightenment, a way to turn inward and fulfill oneself rather than allowing society to do it for us. The fighting is simply the initiation into our personal reality, one that has been subverted over time and space... on purpose...because it's easier than looking at the Self.Chuck Palahniuk and Tom Robbins are the men of my generation that tapped into our need for a modern mythos and initiation rituals. They began providing it by creating new places for one to explore the world as well as reinvigorating ancient tales and applying them to modernity.


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.


You do not talk about Fight Club.


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.

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.

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