2018 Aug 3
Every weekend, in basements and parking lots across the country, young men with good white-collar jobs and absent fathers take off their shoes and shirts and fight each other barehanded for as long as they have to. Then they go back to those jobs with blackened eyes and loosened teeth and the sense that they can handle anything. Fight Club is the invention of Tyler Durden, projectionist, waiter and dark, anarchic genius. And it’s only the beginning of his plans for revenge on a world where cancer support groups have the corner on human warmth.
Although the film is patronized in the world of pop culture references quite often, the book, which precedes it, is an absolute masterpiece.
The story unfolds from the perspective of an unnamed protagonist. He recounts the monotony of his life which gradually grows into anarchy when he meets Tyler Durden, a waiter and projectionist.
As the plot develops, Palahnuik poignantly weaves both character growth and deterioration simultaneously. It is intentionally narrated in a chaotic way, adding to the changing dynamic of the story. For instance, upon first reading the book, you’re brought to think that it’s a psychological thriller or a subtle feminist rhetoric on masculinity. But then you’re thrown off balance when you notice elements of romance and philosophy in it.
The book offers a lot to the contemporary reader, especially in this fast-paced consumerist driven world. Recommended to anyone looking for a mind-blowing read – if you can stomach the violence and terror that comes with it.