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Stranger Than Fiction by Chuck Palahniuk

Suggested By: Me

Rating (out of 5): 3.5

Genre: True Stories (Journalismish)

Now here we go Chuck! I was starting to doubt you and your abilities! After too many not good books by the guy, things are getting better finally!

While he is best known for his fiction, this book is comprised of personal reflection stories and a slew of articles he did for different magazines covering odd stories and interviews of certain celebrities. From guys who build real castles here in America, to an interview of Marilyn Manson. The stories are 5 to 20 pages in length and are written in that awesome Palahniuk style.

Both I and my husband breezed through this book while vacationing on the beach all week long. Definitely the perfect beach book read.

Favorite excerpts/lines

– A mutual quest that would keep you together with other people who valued this vague, intangible skill you valued. These are friendships that outlast jobs and evictions.

– And all day, the ballroom at the Airport Sheraton is buzzing with talk. Most of the writers here are old – creepy old, retired people clutching their one good story. Shaking their manuscript in both spotted hands and saying, “Here! Read my incest story!”
A big segment of the storytelling is about personal suffering. There’s the stink of catharsis. Of melodrama and memoir. A writer friend refers to this school as “the-sun-is-shining-the-birds-are-singing-and-my-father-is-on-top-of-me-again” literature.

– As a white man, you can live your entire life never not fitting in.

– The worst part of fiction is the fear of wasting your life behind a keyboard. The idea that, dying, you’ll realize you only ever lived on paper.

– It’s such a chick thing to think life should just go on forever.

– “None of those people wanted to be in the situation they were in, but they had a certain impatience with stupidity and ephemera.”

– “Friendship is what really resolves and mitigates loneliness while not compromising the self in the way that loves does, romantic love does.”

– His voice is so deep and soft, it disappears behind the rush of the air conditioning.

– “I want to do a line of toys called ‘The Better Tomorrow Toys.’ They’re going to be designed so that if a child had an IQ below a certain level, they wouldn’t survive the toy. So you week out the gene pool at a young age. Stupid kids are not nearly as dangerous as stupid adults, so let’s take them out when they’re young. I know it sounds cruel, but it’s a reasonable expectation.”

– Good theater and social commentary had to mix week with commercials for soap and cigarettes.

– I was twenty-five years old, and the next day I was back under trucks with maybe three or four hours of sleep. Only now my own problems didn’t seem very bad. Just looking at my hands and feet, marveling at the weight I could lift, the way I could shout against the pneumatic roar of the shop, my whole life felt like a miracle instead of a mistake.

– When it comes to being attractive and fun to be around, I just can’t compete.

– Your little chunk of your heart, the little first novel you wrote, your heart gets slashed 70 percent, and still nobody wants it.

– Because most times, your life isn’t funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it.

– By then Alan and his cancer were both dead.

– The books I write are my overflow retention system for stores I can no longer keep in my recent memory.

– Worse than that, written information can’t teach, according to Thamus. You can’t question it, and it can’t defend itself when people misunderstand or misrepresent it. Written communication gives people what Thamus called “the false conceit of knowledge,” a fake certainty that they understand something.

– Everything is funnier in retrospect, funnier and prettier and cooler. You can laugh at anything from far enough away.


Written by tinkypears

May 23, 2013 at 8:24 pm

Posted in Book Review

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