Saturday, May 22, 2010


I picked up this book called Pygmy at the airport the other day. The book is written by Chuck Palahniuk, who wrote Fight Club. Fight Club became a movie in which very pretty male actors beat the snot out of each other.

Fight Club: Stylized Beatings of Pretty Men.
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Pygmy said "National Bestseller" on the cover. The Washington Post said "Palahniuk is brilliant."

The blurb on the back sounded interesting: "Pygmy is one of a handful of young adults from a totalitarian state sent to the U.S. disguised as exchange students . . . they are planning an unspecified act of massive terrorism that will bring this big dumb country and its fat dumb inhabitants to their knees." The Baltimore City Paper said "A hilarious cover-to-cover read."

I picked it up. I started reading it. My bad.

First, Palahniuk is a gifted writer, and extremely funny. But being gifted and funny is not a magic potion that makes everything okay.

In the second chapter the little cutthroat protagonist contemplates, in some detail, the homosexual rape of a snot-nosed teenage bully he encounters at a Wal-Mart. A few pages later, the protagonist began acting out on this meditation. I put the book down.

I was about to toss it in the trash can when I remembered that I can bring the book back to the airport bookstore where I bought it and get half the price back. So I'll be making a stop there the next time I'm through the airport in Hotville.

This is what passes for great literature in my country. It is apparently okay to depict torture and rape in order to (a) be funny (b) write satire (c) serve any other artistic purpose one may have in mind.

Dipping religious icons in feces and urine, writing about sexual perversity and wallowing in descriptions of torture are considered fine art by my cohorts, the Baby Boomers. This is part of what will mark us as "The Worst Generation," when that book gets written 50 years from now.

We mistake our perversions and illnesses as something worth staring at and chatting about over cocktails. To label a novel scandalous is to ensure bestseller status.

In reality, Chuckie P's rape fantasies are just the puss that leaks out of unattended boils. I cannot imagine what degradation he has been through to arrive at the point where a detailed description of homosexual rape seemed like a brilliant idea for his novel, but I would say Chuckie P. is officially a broken unit.

Maybe he could focus on getting better, rather than helping infect other people with his afflictions.

And by the way, Chuckie P. needs to stay away from my children.

Enough said.


  1. Chuck P has the distinction of being the only writer of a book that has ever made me physically ill. Not even exaggerating.

  2. In light of the similiar tendencies toward psychotic behaviour, my guess is that Chuckie P. was the inspiration for the "Chuckie" horror movie star..........

  3. I think that the more disgust normal people show at such trash, the better off we'll all be.

    Taboos are there for a reason.

  4. Excellent EO. Sure wish more Christians would rethink their choices in the name of entertainment. Keep writing. I am a bit behind on your posts but will eventually catch up.
    Hi to Mrs. EO for me.
    Love you both! Deb