Invisible Monsters

January 28, 2008 at 3:39 pm Leave a comment

You can count down the facts and it’s so depressing. I can only eat baby food. My best friend screwed my fiance. My fiance almost stabbed me to death. I’ve set fire to a house and been pointing a rifle at innocent people all night. My brother I hate has come back from the dead to upstage me. I’m an invisible monster, and I’m incapable of loving anybody. You don’t know which is worse.

I think the only book I have ever read that was this messed up was Zelda’s Cut by Phillipa Gregory. Even then, that story was only strange because the woman and her gay agent used to dress up like the same woman and then have sex, so it was basically like they were doing themselves. Only with two of them.

Anyway, Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk is so crazy I couldn’t stop reading. It’s like a tabloid — you know it’s crazy and trashy and whatever else, but it’s just so bad you can’t stop. It’s like you’ve got to stick around to watch the train wreck.

And what a train wreck it was. Wow. In case you ever read this book, I won’t spoil it, but suffice to say that Palahniuk has a real talent for painting a scene. I physically recoiled at some of his descriptions (a girl had her jaw shot off, and she shares the after-effects in graphic detail), but some things, like the opening scene with Evie, the inferno, and the rifle, are just incredibly beautiful in a really sick and terrifying way. Incidentally, the opening scene is also the closing scene, and it’s even more fantastic the second time around.

I still feel like I missed something, meaning-wise, but that’s okay. I’m okay with this book just being, like Palahniuk says, like a fashion magazine — probably there’s an artistic statement, probably there’s a deeper meaning, but for now I’ll just flip through, look at the crazy pictures, and wonder if I’m the type of person who can pull off the veil/silk negligee/rifle look.


Entry filed under: Contemporary Fiction.

If she were my sister, I’d kick her out too To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed

Connect with LT

literarytransgressions (Gmail)

@LitTransgressor (Twitter)

LT RSS feed (Subscribe)

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 134 other followers


LT Archives

In accordance with FTC regulations…

...we must disclose that we are independent bloggers with no ties to authors, publishers, or advertisers. We are not given books or monetary compensation in return for favorable reviews or publicity.

Where we have received advance or complementary copies of books, it will be noted in the body of the entry, and will not affect our review or opinions in the slightest.

%d bloggers like this: