It's a short book, finished it in one night.
And then began to wonder: "where the hell has this book been all my life?"
Because every once in a while, somebody brings me my lunch tray and my meds and he has a black eye or his forehead is swollen with stitches, and he says:
"We miss you Mr. Durden."
Or somebody with a broken nose pushes a mop past me and whispers:
"Everything's going according to the plan."
"We're going to break up civilisation so we can make something better out of the world."
"We look forward to getting you back."
Everything in the book's sad, hilarious, disgusting, bitter, and yet very, very true.
I'm out looking for more of Palahniuk's titles.