Returning home from a business trip for a miserable job, an insomniac finds all his belongings in splinters on the street below after his high-rise condo explodes. He fakes terminal disease in order to attend support groups for the terminally ill, fights strangers at 2 a.m. and learns to make soap; and napalm. All thanks to a new friend in his life, Tyler Durden.
Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club is what would happen if young professional men turned anarchists re-wrote Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood. Fight Club begins as a small group of men try to fight their way out of perpetual childhood and American consumerism and grows into a nationwide terrorist organization. Only one of the men that founded it can stop it, and it may mean killing the closest person to them.
This is one of my absolute favorite books. It's only April, and I've already read it three times this year. It's a great way to cleanse your reading palate. It's a perverse and violent wake up call for the professional American male.
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