First off, I expected a lot more fighting. And yes, I knew that the first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club. That’s why it’s not actually the main story. But still.
This was my first time reading Chuck Palahniuk and while it was well written, it may be that he’s not my style.
The main character, whose name you never catch, has a chance meeting with Tyler Durden, a charismatic young man with a devil may care attitude. Almost on accident, they create Fight Club. But soon the main character sees that Tyler is up to more than just underground boxing, and when he figures it all out, it’s mind blowing.
I’ve gotta admit, when I started the book, I wasn’t really keen. It seemed like just another book about someone’s train wreck life, featuring a lot of friends who, frankly, seem like they are probably on drugs. It reminded me of a lot of the boxy movies I’ve seen. In fact, it wasn’t until most of the way through, when everything fell into place, that I realized it’s a much better story and book than I thought.
That said, the writing was good, and a little unique. Palahniuk uses certain kinds of repetition to give the reader a look into the mind of his main character, a look at the burn out and mind-numbing monotony that pushes him to extremes. Overall, it was a little strange, and not at all what I would have expected.