him confounded genius

so i got my we hands on palahniuk's Pygmy... and boy is it... uhhh something?

one reviewer referred to it as "stridently confounding prose" also stating "Pygmy's narrative voice is unbound by rules of grammar or structure, but perseverance is its own perverse reward in this singular, comic accomplishment".  that feels pretty spot-on. it's almost painful to read simply, or rather not-so-simply due to the narrative voice. pygmy speak funny. me shit not you.

typical sentence:

Host father mount altar so stance beside bin empty of water.

200+ pages of that. true fact. i keep thinking there will be passages of traditional prose. there is not.

and yes it is confounding. frustrating. damn right difficult.

but most importantly it's good. it' fascinating. it's evil. 3 chapters in and we've already witnessed a butt-rape in a wal-mart men's room and a priest murdered during a baptism... in the baptismal font no less.

chuck is back. chuck is chuck. it boggles my mind to imagine getting into this characters head and then producing some 200 pages in his voice. it is quite impressive.

and confounding.

-boy me out till next today.

Comments

[Eric]

Sounds like he's taken a Beckettian turn. One could do worse.