Definitivamente vivimos en una sociedad.

En este libro Chuck Palahniuk hace una recopilación de historias; el autor se aleja de la novela y hace un trabajo más periodístico. Un puñado de anécdotas del mundo real y el trabajo de Chuck Palahniuk.

En estás anécdotas se resalta la humanidad y lo simple que hay detrás de una tradición, trabajo o vida. Yo destaco las historias que hablan sobre el autor la profundidad que hay detrás de ser escritor y su vida personal ( sobretodo la muerte de su padre) además de la combinación de ambigüedades. El libro se divide en tres partes; el de gente que son historias contadas por la voz de varias personas involucradas en un mismo evento, destaco la historia de los luchadores grecorromanos que están en proceso de una clasificatoria, en esta historia se cuenta en diferentes perspectivas ( jóvenes y veteranos) lo que es la lucha para ellos, curiosidades que se comparten entre los luchadores y la vida personal de ellos. También la historia de las batallas de cosechadoras cuenta la preparación de la máquinas y la narración de las batallas. Estás últimas tienen un bonito tinte como documental. Y también la historia de Chuck Palahniuk sobre una salida de amigos que tiene y que se convirtió en revivir los recuerdos de el con su padre; en la sección de personas las historias se basan en un personaje mediático la anécdota va hacia los anhelos, vida y quiénes son como persona, aquí resaltó la vida de una estrella de rock que detrás del ser vistoso y bizarro, es alguien común y corriente buscando una vida tranquila con problemas comunes. También está la historia de una actriz que nos habla de su trayectoria, de como se ha sentido y cuál es el proceso de varias películas importantes que ha protagonizado. Y sobre una escritora que parece ser la admiración de Chuck Palahniuk está historia es contada en tercera persona y se profundiza sobre sus obras para dar argumentos por qué de acuerdo el autor está autora es de las mejores; por último la sección de personal está dedicada al autor son varias anécdotas que giran sobre su vida de escritor y el éxito del club de la pelea, pero sobretodo se profundiza más sobre la relación que tiene con su padre y los detalles de su muerte. Cómo se ve esto último es muy importante en este libro, si bien se ha dicho que NaNa fue el libro que escribió después de la muerte de este, el presente libro realmente marca el desahogo y exorcismo de como se siente.

El libro a pesar de que se sale de la novela, Palahniuk trata de conservar lo esencial de su estilo en este, con aspectos insólitos, monólogos de datos interesantes , el ir de algo ambiguo a una lección de vida y la humanización en cada historia. Sin embargo, las. Historias que se cuentan son parte de la cultura estadounidense como si fuera para un público especializado. Entonces si no está bajo este contexto las historias pueden ser algo obsoletas para el lector en cuanto lo que significa para el. Se rescata que es interesante y que si eres fan de este autor pues la parte personal de el te puede ser muy significativa.

If i could've given this book no stars I would've. I got about three stories in and realized I was forcing myself to read the next story. I ended up skimming through the rest and decided I wasn't missing anything.

I think the book is an interesting concept; this fiction writer writes a non-fiction book about different people and how they live their lives. It's a book of stories to glimpse into how other people live their lives. The problem is, isn't that what books are in general? It's a glimpse into a life different than yours. The only difference is the stories (or maybe just how they're written) is not that interesting.

For example, the story about the amateur Greco Roman wrestlers. Yea, that could be an interesting glimpse but nothing really hooked me. Yes, they're wrestlers. Yes, they have to make and lose weight at the drop of a hat. So what?

I'm not saying the people were boring but nothing sparked about the way the author was presenting them. What was stranger than fiction about wrestlers?

Type of read: Commuter Read.

What made me pick it up: Palahniuk is a favorite author of mine. Yes, he's dirty and crass, but I like how honest and real his books feel.

Overall rating: Here's the deal, I love Palahniuk. I love how raw and real and gritty his writing is. Full disclosure, my undergrad was also heavily journalism/writing focused. All of that combined with the general content and candor of 'Stranger Than Fiction' made this an incredibly enjoyable read for me. Is there information about sex and genitals and the actions of consenting adults at wild events? Yes. Is there random streams of consciousness that don't really seem to make sense but still tell a story? Yes. Is there any rhyme or reason to the stories that were chosen and the order they appear? Honestly, I'm not sure, but I don't care because they made me cringe and laugh and feel human. This is not your typical book. It's a collection of short stories that reads like an afternoon with a friend trying to catch up on their life. Their dirty, dismal, sometimes exciting, sometimes tragic, always a little weird life. It is a little hard to read and rate as a whole - since the stories within are wildly different - but overall, it was a welcomed deviation from the norm.

Reader's Note: I feel like this goes without saying, but it's Palahniuk. I absolutely would not suggest this book if you are in any way uncomfortable with taboo, explicit topics.

Exceptionally fine writing. Palahniuk can be very intense, but I found these essays quite charming. This is mostly Palahniuk in paid-writer mode. I found The People Can about life on modern submarines fascinating. The Lady was a real high point. I had never heard the sad story of Palahniuk's father. And the ghost story in that essay is one I'll never forget! Also, Dear Mr. Levin was a brilliant dissection of writer Ira Levin's subversive and prescient work. I learned something from that one. Finally, as a fan of Fight Club - both movie and book - the essays about how that work changed his life and his experiences making the movie were more than I could have hoped for.

Kitap, Palahniuk'un bir dizi yazısının bir araya getirilmiş hali. Bu nedenle yazılar arasında bağlantı zayıf doğal olarak.

Hace unos meses busco Monstruos Invisibles en las librerías. No entiendo si el libro no se edita más en español o si no lo busqué con la suficiente vehemencia. Tal vez sea una señal para que lo compre en inglés y se lo encargue a algún amigo viajero.

El punto es que no terminé leyendo a Palahniuk ni de la forma ni dentro del libro que buscaba. Se me cruzó una noche de verano densa en las que todos respiramos más despacio. Una de esas noches porteñas de febrero en las que pienso que el calor es más democrático que el frío porque todos estamos lo más desnudos posibles y nos entregamos al sudor que nos humedece las cejas y la espalda y nos deja la piel pegajosa.

Fui a un asado donde no conocía a nadie, en una casa con una biblioteca en la que me hubiera sumergido toda la noche, autista y maleducada. Lo pensé, pero no lo hice. En cambio, me sumé al sauna a cielo abierto dónde todos esperábamos un asado que no había ni empezado y matábamos el tiempo con copas de vino frío. Era una carrera sin finalistas. El principio de una película de terror. A una de mis amigas, la combinación de porro, pucho y vinito le sacudió el cerebro hasta el vómito. Me tocó a mi el privilegio de cuidarla hasta que vaciara su cuerpo de líquido violeta. No sé quién transpiraba más en ese baño sin ventanas. Sé que el esfuerzo de soplarle la nunca me mareó, y para no detenerme en el poco alivio que podía ofrecerle, agarré, al azar, un libro de una pila abandonada sobre un parlante. Era lo suficientemente chico y blando para servir de abanico. Me fui de la casa con mi amiga colgada del hombro, la certeza de que nunca más vería esa biblioteca. En mi mano derecha aferraba este libro como si fuera mi DNI.

Pienso que yo no busqué leer a Chuck Palahniuk, él me encontró a mi. Y esta historia podría haber sido un capítulo más de este libro, si hubiera ocurrido 24 años atrás en Estados Unidos y Chuck fuera mi amigo. Funcionaría mejor bajo la mala traducción en español que tiene de título (Error Humano) que de su original en inglés (Stranger than Fiction).
Tengo de pronto la decisión que no tuve en los últimos meses coronada por la necesidad de leer su ficción.

n  Leggere non è un passatempo da comitiva.
Non è come andare a vedere un film o assistere a un concerto.
È il margine più solitario dello spettro.n (pag. 10)

Some of the essays were so interesting and others made my eyes glaze over in boredom. There is one rather funny one where Palahniuk flew to Los Angeles to meet with movie executives for Fight Club. For some crazy reason, Palahniuk decided to shave his head the night before but he completely messed it up and had small cuts all over his head and a nasty rash. He essentially looked like he had a terrible skin disease. It was pretty funny, but most of the essays are serious. I listened to this on audio and there were two narrators, the author and a professional narrator. A word of advice. If you ever see an audio book by Palahniuk narrated by the author, pick up a paper or ebook copy instead.

This is a collection of short non-fiction pieces by Chuck Palahniuk, written during and before the release of the Fight Club movie. I really liked the comic series Fight Club 2 (and the original movie), but my other Palahnuik experiences have been hit or miss. His combination of minimalism and strangeness doesn't always work for me; I've often seen a new Palahnuik at my library and shied away from it.

This volume worked much better, perhaps due to a more straightforward writing style. There are some journalistic pieces that scream Palahnuik: explicit sex acts at the Rock Creek Lodge Testicle Festival, a small community that celebrates harvester combine demolition derbies, and coverage of the men who keep on wrestling (freestyle and Greco-Roman), regardless of the lack of acclaim the sport receives. (The lists of injuries a wrestler picks up - with explicit descriptions - is a great example of the bluntness I appreciate in Palahnuik's writing.)

There are also a few autobiographical pieces that are shocking in their coverage of Palahnuik's family history (the murder of his grandmother by his grandfather, the murder of his father), but also convey how much of his life and the lives of his friends make their way into his writing. For example, I did not know that the description of the support groups in Fight Club was connected to Palahnuik's volunteer work.

The shining pieces of the book are the ones that discuss writing (including the introduction). There's a wonderful chapter about a writer's convention at an Airport Sheraton Hotel which discusses what it means to turn the tragedy of your life into a pitch speech for a book or movie deal and how we edit and enhance our personal stories. There's also a great piece on minimalistic writing and workshops that will probably prompt me to search out some Amy Hempel books.

All in all, I'm glad I picked this up; it will probably lead to me reading more Palahnuik fiction.

This is a collection of non-fiction essays and long-form journalism pieces from the author of "Fight Club". No doubt Palahniuk is a solid writer and definitely an in-depth researcher. However, this series failed to capture my attention. There's so much detail that the reporting becomes repetitive, and failed to engage me on an emotional level. For example, one piece describes three men who build castles, both to live in and for fun. Reading description about stacking stones, pouring concrete, spreading stucco, and other building details is interesting for a little while, but page after page grows tedious. I was more curious about the men who took this task on, and their motivation, but didn't feel that went in depth. The whole treatment was a bit superficial. I'll keep this book on my shelf if I am looking for an essay-length piece to read, but it was hard to get invested in.

I don't yet have the stomach for Chuck Palahniuk's fiction. I've tried reading pretty much all of his novels and 'Fight Club' is the only one I've been able to finish, and that's because I'd seen the movie and pretty much knew what was going to happen. His writing is just so over-the-top graphic, filled with human suffering and self-loathing that for me they're too much of a mental, emotional, and physical workout to get through. But at the same time I would like to one day be able to read his stuff, let myself experience all the emotions, memories, and associations his writing churns up for me AND be detached enough to just finish the &$^*!! book.
So I was pretty stoked to see this collection of his non-fiction writing on the library shelf. I think a more accurate title would have been, "Perhaps Stranger, but Definitely More Boring Than, My Fiction." Compared to his fiction writing and his fictional characters, like Tyler Durden from Fight Club, the real-life people and their situations he writes about in this collection come across as a little ho hum. Even folks like Marilyn Manson.
I found myself wishing that he would take the best, most interesting parts of this non-fiction work and combine them into something fictional. Which I guess is what fiction writing is all about.