I am not going to start this review with the clichéd repetition of the book’s mantra, as I am tempted to, but I as I know plenty of others have done already.
Instead, I will say that I wish I hadn’t watched the movie starred by Edward Norton and Brad Pitt, and directed by David Fincher in 1999, since it took away from me the joy of finding out the biggest twist in the story (which I won’t comment on if you have not, at this point, either watched the movie or read the book).
This is an excellent book. Dark, yes, but not as dark as I am led to believe that his other books are (by my girlfriend, who has read most of them). I like the short story quality that each of the chapters has, and I like how every single piece of seemingly “useless” trivia mentioned within the book ties to the story in a neat, delightfully cohesive fashion.
It was such a good read that I finished it in just a couple of days, hypnotized by Palahniuk’s prose and the dystopian nature of the piece. I also find myself increasingly distrusting of high-end food establishments after reading it.
It is terrifying, however, to find out how misunderstood the book (and movie) are. The whole idea is to take a jab at toxic masculinity, the “hey let’s see whose dong is longer” and “boys will be boys”; but it became some sort of a ‘self fulfilling prophecy’ in that people who are toxically masculine got inspired by the book. Not changed, Not horrified. Inspired. I still remember that one time a coworker asked me to join a fight club, back in México, in 2015. He might have been joking, but he might have not, and given his character I’m more inclined towards the latter.
I believe that the book is a masterpiece of fiction, with a satisfyingly rounded character and story arc and a successful “back to the beginning” feeling at the end. I’m almost a little too afraid of checking out Fight Club 2 (a graphic novel), afraid that it will mess with what I consider to be one of the best novels I’ve read this year.
Publisher: (Edward) Norton