And Fight Club is one of his best works so far. His debut novel, rejected countless times because it was too gory, like all of Palahniuk’s other novels, is a satire of the modern world.
It works as an analogy for the modern man’s quest for purpose. In the same time, it’s not as much endorsing anarchy, but it’s more about people who are lost, who are trying to make themselves visible.
I know I liked the novel as much as I did simply because of this paradox; in a world inhabited by so many people it’s almost impossible to be yourself. To stand out. In a world when there are so many who are inherently similar it’s impossible to be different. And at the same time, human society has always hated those who are different.
And thus, we are posed with a question. If you were to chose to be different, if you would have no possibility to be brilliant, to stand out simply by being good, wouldn’t you chose to be a bad person? To set the world on fire and watch it burn?
Like the story of ancient Herostratus, Fight Club offers us insight into a world where those who build and change the world are worshiped equally as those who have destroyed it.
After all, who doesn’t want to be remembered for as long as possible, regardless of the actions he’s remembered for?