Musings

I'm still trying to think of what I should say about this book.  Reading Palahnuik is rather a crap shoot for me-either he's very enjoyable, or I'm incredibly bored.  I am vacillating between the two at the moment with regards to this book. 

Some of the things I found myself questioning made me wonder about my own sanity.  For instance, can you really chew through your own intestines without dying?  Is that possible?  And have I ever read a book with characters whom I was hoping would ALL be dead by the end of the book?

I was really reminded of Boccacio's "The Decameron" in the style of story telling, in a much more screwed up sense.

I guess another dilemma I had with this book was, why?  What is the purpose in writing something this absolutely disturbing?  

"That's how a scary story works.  It echoes some ancient fear.  It recreates some forgotten terror.  Something we'd like to think we've grown beyond.  But it can still scare us to tears.  It's something you'd hoped was healed." (pg. 343). Perhaps that explains it.  

There are so many random thoughts about this book running through my brain.