It feels oddly appropriate that Ocean’s 8 arrives this year, adding a sweet sense of victory to the tides of change that started decades ago, but gained new life over the past two years from cultural landslides like the Women’s March or the #MeToo movement. Things are changing, and yes, it may seem weird that a heist film starring eight badass women is an icon for us to rally to behind, but it is also ironically appropriate. It takes a woman with authority, ability, and ambition to make things happen, or in this case, eight women.
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 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.