No one can write utter dysfunction and madness like the master himself. Here's to hoping Palahniuk delivers something worth reading sooner than later. Brings back the Linda Lovelace train of thought. If I have anything positive at all to say about this work - the cover is intriguing. You could see the ending of this novel - minus a small 'twist' in the form of the reality in which the two characters will now have to live - coming from a mile away, though they drag it out through disjointed style that forces you to pick it all apart. Words are repeated, and I feel sorry for whoever edited this 'work' - they're likely out of a job, from all the akward sentences. The plot is unremarkable in every way, the characters utterly unlikeable and unrelatable. If I had to read one more name for someone who masturbates, I would have thrown the book across the room - had the hardcover novella deceptively marketed as a full novel not cost an arm and a leg. The first couple gain a small chuckle, the rest leave you shaking your head. Chuck insists on creating as many stupid porn titles as he possibly can, sounding like a rehersal for a Saturday Night Live skit before airing, minus any of the humour. The description is enticing, but this book downright fails to deliver. The incessant factoids about porn, Marilyn Monroe, condoms, the gay community, and cyanide could possibly the the most boring, ineffectual and downright idiotic thing I've read in my entire life. This book reads like a Wikipedia article collection, written by thirteen year old boys still searching for the perfect way to describe someone who masturbates.

I honestly find myself at a loss for words having just completed Snuff.įrom someone so brilliant to have written the likes of Survivor and Fight Club, comes.

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