The veterinarian in me can't get past the fact that Rabies DOES NOT, under any circumstances, suffice the sheer contact of infected saliva -as in, with a kiss - to be transmitted from one individual to another. I'm sorry, my "suspension of disbelief" failed miserably this time.
Apart from this macroscopical flaw and some other lesser ones, it is a remarkable novel all considered...the take on time-travelling in particular I found to be brilliant, thought-provoking, and compelling....Continua
At first, this novel looked pretty straight-forward. The subtitle of the book lays it all up. Buster Casey's life is opened wide by people who knew him and even by some who knew of him. So, what's special? I can't really write much without giving the plot up, which would lend itself to quite some internal stirring.
It's obvious that this book is written by the same person who wrote "Fight Club". Palahniuk's style, never avoiding, super-sizing or contrasting what's taboo in modern western society makes for very interesting reading where sex, death and The Nuclear Family are involved.
There are some quite substantial layers here. After 3/4 of the book everything was turned on its head. I thought I had this whole thing thought-out, but no! And then some.
At times, the dialogue feels as contrived and ham-fisted as if it were lifted from detective pulp fiction. At its best, it sails over the past, in more than one sense of the word, freeing the reader, making the plausible possible.
All in all, it's a very complex, finely written tale which is exciting, funny beyond time and rabid like some of its inhabitants....Continua
At first, an oral biography. Just that.
It's fascinating to follow the adventures of Rant Casey, his troubled childhood, his pursuit of an escape from his small town.
I loved the narrative technique. All the point of view mixed together gave out the perfect story rythm to always keep the reader awake and aware.
Rant's life goes on, in the big city. Here, we have the description of the Party Crashing, some sort of destruction derbies in which the protagonist will join Echo, Shot and Neddy, the people who will mostly contribute to the reconstruction of his life.
It's between a race and the awkward love story between the two protagonists that you start noticing some particulars of this world which make you aware that this is not our earth, not as we know it.
Chester's profetic visions, boosted peaks, night shifts; and this world turns out to be something you'd never expect. People are divided between nighttimers and daytimers, and their only type of entertainment is to inject an adventure directly in your brain, through a port.
Rant dies of a pretty useless sacrifice, and when you think you're starting to get used to this, bam, it gets to a whole new level. Time travelling, reaching immortality through interacting with the past, and suddenly everything already read takes a new meaning. Party Crashing is the key, Rant is his father is his grand-father.
Or maybe, nothing like this.
Maybe Rant wasn't so... ballsy or big as we remember him. Maybe this is how any religious figure gets created-his friend brag him up, huger and huger, so they can get laid. Maybe people don't travel back in time. Maybe Rant is just dead.
We are left with this last sentence of Shot Dunyun -the rational one, maybe the only sane, maybe the only insane- to reason on.
What story is this? What's it hidden behind?
Personally, I have no idea, but I utterly enjoyed this book. Chuck Palahniuk proves again to be my favorite author, with his multiple successful sperimentations, his infallible writing style and his stories, insanely awesome.