Saturday afternoon I finished reading the book that you see on the left, or Choke by Chuck Palahniuk.
I must say that it was not my first experience with this author as I read the more well known Fight Club (Hence the film with good Brad Pitt). Once again, however, the book amounts to only just beat film adaptation.
imagine the taste of the various Tyler Durden or Victor Mancini has not much money compared to before trovarseli already "cooked" by a director, a writer and so on.
In this book the main character is not as Victor Mancini, and his fake choking (hence the title) in the restaurants, to save himself from the people (and then maintain ...), because its true obsession: the sessodipendenza . Almost a book about my life. Seriously, the choke is not his real trick by magician, as this real disease, which determines the pace of life.
This latest spiral path in life, the moral decay of society, in the madness - or very little - dwells in all people, and even that glimmer of hope towards the end of the novel, is reflected in the very language used : raw, direct, splatter so to speak. In short, a pulp novel beauty and goodness, that does not save plot twists and shocking revelations, and that keeps us stuck on page after page until the end.
Definitely recommended for fans of the genre, and definitely not recommended for those words and it is formalized for easy ironies about human excrement and various orifices (eg my Mom stopped on page 20 of Fight Club and returned it to me in horror.)
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