by Chuck Palahniuk
Summary: “A wild amphetamine ride through the vagaries of fame and the nature of belief.”—San Francisco Chronicle
Tender Branson—last surviving member of the Creedish Death Cult—is dictating his life story into Flight 2039’s recorder. He is all alone in the airplane, which will crash shortly into the vast Australian outback. But before it does, he will unfold the tale of his journey from an obedient Creedish child to an ultra-buffed, steroid- and collagen-packed media messiah. Unpredictable and unforgettable, Survivor is Chuck Palahniuk at his deadpan peak: a mesmerizing, unnerving, and hilarious satire on the wages of fame and the bedrock lunacy of the modern world.
Source: I purchased a paperback
Survivor was great. I highly enjoyed the messed up, yet somehow captivating weirdness that is every Palahniuk novel. I love every jab the author takes at society, the media, and people in general.
And while I genuinely enjoyed the book, it still feels like another semi related regurgitated Fight Club and I don’t know why I can’t seem to get past that. Is he really just writing the same book over and over again or am I just being overly critical?
His books feel frighteningly the same and maybe it all just depends on which one you read first, but I feel like everyone gets a Fight Club, a quirky novel, and then one more serious and somewhat similar to Fight Club and they just have 3 favorite Chuck Palahniuk books and everything else is meh. (Mine are Fight Club, Damned, and Lullaby.) Everything else is just the other books thrown in a blender with new scenery.
However, that doesn’t mean they aren’t unique (to other books, just not to his own). It doesn’t mean the books aren’t enjoyable (they are). It’s just.. I messed up by reading Fight Club first and then hoping every other one I pick up will wow me and floor me and mess with my head.
So… read the book. It’s good. Just.. it’s not going to shock if you’re used to his books. Wait. That’s a lie. There’s one scene that totally disturbed me and I can’t get it out of my head. (Will I ever be able to eat lobster again without thinking about it?)