Like a kind of literary circus freak, Palahniuk delights in delivering material that frequently causes his fans to pass out (he stopped counting the casualties at 72). His only concern about this phenomenon is that his most shocking prose might be now overfamiliar. Hence the reason he replaced it for a while with material that instead made people cry.Chuck Palahniuk is my kind of writer.
A couple of years ago, cooped up on a cross-country flight, I started listening to one of his short stories on my iPod. It was so foul, so hilariously obscene, I was overcome with hysterical laughter of the crying-and-gasping variety. The fact that no one else could hear only made things worse. I had to turn it off after a few minutes.
Also from Riley.
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