I have heard often enough that ‘art is truth’ or that fiction is a lie which presents truth, and in considering why this is so, I propose that it is suffering which resides at the heart of the novel and creates the bridge between reality and art. The experience of suffering, which is universally relatable, provides realism. Hence suffering inspires the reader’s sympathy to create reality in the novel.

Source: goodreads.com

Chuck Palahniuk, whose most famous work to-date is Fight Club, wrote an epistolary work entitled Diary which follows Misty Wilmot, a middle-aged wife, mother, and hotel waitress, as she deals with life after her husband’s attempted suicide. Palahniuk writes Misty’s perspective as a diary; each entry is addressed to Misty’s comatose husband, making the correspondence decidedly one-sided. The plot of Diary is intricate and implausible—and requires several suspensions of belief.’ Misty, according to the inhabitants of Waytansea Island, is the fulfillment of a prophecy:

Someone…would marry a woman who’d make the Wilmot family and his whole community wealthy enough that none of them would have to work…every four generations, a boy from the island would meet a woman he’d have to marry. A young art student. Like an old fairy tale. He’d bring her home, and she’d paint so well it would make Waytansea Island rich for another hundred years. He’d sacrifice his life, but it was just one life. Just once every four generations. (Palahniuk 206)

This ‘prophecy’ is fulfilled when Misty’s mother-in-law poisons her, convinces Misty that her daughter has drowned, and traps her inside the Waytansea Hotel with her art. Like Pamela, Misty attempts escape, but this ends in disaster. This postmodern twist to the familiar plot of a damsel in distress has the female protagonist, the “damsel,” not saved but rather controlled and mentally, emotionally, and physically destroyed.

As if I needed another reason to hate all the people who went to Comic Con 2013 instead of me, I was devastated/thrilled to hear that Chuck Palahniuk, author of Fight Club, will be writing a sequel to his bestseller. In graphic novel format.

Whoa, whoa, WHOA.

Upon reading this news, my brain threw its (non-literal) hands in the air, slammed the front door, drove away, and has spent the last 6 weeks at a yoga retreat in Sonoma. In other words, I’m having a hard time processing that my favorite book of the twentieth century is going to have a fucking sequel.

I am Jack’s sense of obliviousness.

I know I’m breaking the first rule, but let’s talk about how frickin amazing this book was and how ballsy Palahniuk is to be writing a sequel. AS A GRAPHIC NOVEL.

3 reasons why Fight Club kicks ass:

1. Tyler Durden/the narrator kick ass (sometimes literally).

2. It discusses a late twentieth century post modern view of masculinity and the expectations for men in a modern world.

3. Palahniuk gives a giant middle finger to societal and literary expectations by creating an antisocial, combative, mentally ill main character that is nevertheless likable.