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کتاب یا فیلم؟
فکر می‌کنم دیدن فیلم قبل از خواندن کتاب لذتش رو برام دو چندان کرد. هم خوب می‌فهمیدمش و از اینکه رازش رو می‌دونستم راضی بودم، هم تصویرهای ذهنی حاضر و آماده‌ای داشتم که فقط پر و بالش دادم. البته که این فقط تجربه‌ی منه

M's Books : کتاب رو اینجا گذاشتم

۱۴۰۰/۷/۲۳

"I want you to do me a favor. I want you to hit me as hard as you can."

By now I'm sure you've either seen the movie or read the book. You know how having the crap beaten out of you can make you feel oh, so very, very alive.

You aren't alive anywhere like you're alive at fight club.

It's the exhilaration we're all looking for, that one shining better-than-sex moment that lifts us out of our humdrum lives. It makes life more bearable, more . . . okay.

After a night in fight club, everything in the real world gets the volume turned down. Nothing can piss you off.

Even the one tiny drawback -

Since fight club, I can wiggle half the teeth in my jaw.

- really isn't that big a deal compared to how great fight club makes you feel.

My printing of this book comes with Palahniuk's introduction - an interesting read in itself, and a real eye-opener. The author was inspired to write a story based on this incident:

. . . I had a lingering black eye, a souvenir from a fist fight during my summer vacation. Nobody I worked with had even asked about it, and I figured you could do anything in your private life if it left you so bruised that no one would want to know the details.

And so he wrote a short story - seven pages long, because his writing teacher had joked that seven pages was the perfect length for a short story - which became chapter six in this book. I read chapter six again after I read the intro, and it is a work of art - seven beautiful pages. The rest of the book. . . eh, not so much. The essence, the exhilaration of fight club gets muddied, and bogged down by too many characters with too many other problems. The purity gets lost.

But, damn! READ CHAPTER SIX!

It's a great feeling.

(And you get to keep all your teeth.)

On my flashback weekend reading time I’m looking for something edgier, harsher, more extreme! And here’s my choice which ticks all my dark and sarcastic reading boxes!

When Fight Club has been published in 1996, I was young, dumb, naive girl who still tries to improve her book taste besides her wardrobe choice after leaving teenage years behind.

This book was definition of mindblowing anarchism. It’s bleak, it’s wild, it’s graphic, it’s earth shattering, it’s surprising, a pure criticism of Generation X’s life decisions and struggles!
My dumb-self didn’t give enough praise to the pure anger, sarcasm oozing between the lines but my older-self with better shoes achieved to catch most of the metaphors which was a great progression for me!

I’m not gonna talk about the jaw dropping final revelations which is the proof of losing yourself in insomnia. But in 1999, one of the greatest minds of this century- semi-assholish but brilliant David Fincher’s final scene adaptation to the end of the book is breathtaking ( if you don’t still watch the movie please watch the final scene clip on YouTube) : where Tyler holds Marla’s hand, watching buildings collapse, telling her they met “very strange time” in his life accompanied by explosion sounds and Pixies’ “where’s my mind” blasts out.
I highly recommend to read the book and watch the brain cell destroyer, super exciting movie adaptation!

Here are my all time favorite quotes from the book;
“It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.”

“I don't want to die without any scars.”

“You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”

“You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways. “

“The things you used to own, now they own you.”

“At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves”

“Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.”

“I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.”

“If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?”

This is one of the rare occasions were I prefer the movie to the book.
I hadn't watched the adaption before reading this, and I seriously do believe this is why I didn't like it as much as I could have.

The plot was certainly intriguing and the characters were ok as well. Although this isn't a story were you get to know them particularly well, so you don't build a connection to them. It's more so that you get a tiny glimpse into their lives. This isn't that much of a problem, it fits the overall tone of story because it preserves the mysterious atmosphere.

The big problem for me was how the story seemingly jumped all over the place, from one scene to the next, often without a clear connection at first. And this was mixed with a writing style that some might describe as "unique" and maybe even "inventive", but to me just made the whole thing more confusing.
I constantly felt like I couldn't keep up and follow, like the story was already two or three steps ahead of me. At times, I seriously got a bit stressed out because I just couldn't picture what was happening (the fact that Palahniuk still didn't lose my attention and enthusiasm to read on is worth pointing out, though! I read the whole book in a day, which is something I normally pretty much never do.).

Now, I'm well aware that this is exactly what the author intended (he mentions this in the afterword). So hey, he completely succeeded in achieving what he intended to do! I guess that's impressive on its own. But that doesn't change the fact that this isn't the way that I personally want to consume a novel.

I can imagine though, that some other people might get more out of this.
And this is where I get back to the film - I watched it afterwards and enjoyed it very much. This isn't a movie review site, so I won't get into why I liked it (although I could write a lot about that, haha), but let me tell you to what conclusion I came to afterwards: 'Fight Club' is a visual story. As in, you need to have some visual pointers to put the individual pieces, that are presented in the book, together. The movie emphasizes this point as well, because there are little pointers everywhere on the screen, little things to take in and concentrate on, little things that give away/foreshadow the ending.

I think if you watch the movie BEFORE you read the book, you will be able enjoy it a lot more because you already have some visual imagery in you head to "hold onto" while you read, so you can kind of just shimmy along, follow everything more easily and just enjoy the ride.

„Аз съм Кипящият гняв в кръвта на Джо.“


Нарушавам първото правило на бойния клуб, за да кажа няколко думи за тази забележителна книга... Романът на Чък Паланюк ми въздейства страшно силно, въпреки че преди да го прочета съм гледал много пъти култовата екранизация на Дейвид Финчър! „Боен клуб“ ми напомни донякъде и за „Пътна мрежа“ на Стивън Кинг, която също ми е супер любима книга. Двете четива имат сходни послания, породени от дълго натрупван гняв... но не липсва и самоирония, както и доста напрегната нихилистична атмосфера.

Тайлър е изключително ярък и интересен персонаж! Преживял е жестоко морално падение, но пък се оказва, че същевременно е станал пример за подражание на много хора, превръщайки се в символ на съпротивата срещу корпоративния свят. Нестандартната му идея за създаването на бойния клуб изведнъж прераства в зловещия анархистки проект „Разруха“, като нещата тотално излизат от контрол...






„Една минута е достатъчна, каза Тайлър — човек трябвало да се потруди здравата за нея, но една минута съвършенство си струва усилията. Един миг — само толкова можеш да очакваш от съвършенството.“


„Много първи приятели се срещат за първи път в бойния клуб. Сега, когато ходя по събрания и конференции, виждам по масите лица — счетоводители, заместник-директори, адвокати със счупени носове, подпухнали като патладжани под бинтовете или с два шева под окото, или с фиксирана с тел челюст. Това са тихите младежи, които слушат, докат�� дойде време за решения.“


„Цената е деветдесет и осем долара. Отвътре изглежда като осемдесет и девет цента. Нула, нула, десетична точка, осем, девет. Америка моли да се обадите.
Повечето коли тук са за по стотина долара и на прозореца на всички виси типов договор за продажба от типа „Каквото такова“.


„— Оправдаваш анархията — казва Тайлър. — Ти измисли как.
Същото, което бойният клуб прави с чиновниците и хората в калъф — Проектът „Разруха“ ще съсипе цивилизацията, за да можем да направим от света нещо по-добро.“


„Според възгледите на Тайлър да привлечеш вниманието на Господ с лошотията си било по-добре, отколкото да не получиш никакво внимание. Може би защото омразата на Господ е по-добра от безразличието Му.“


„Механикът от бойния клуб натиска газта и беснее зад кормилото по своя кротък начин, а все още ни предстои да свършим нещо важно тази вечер.
Едно от нещата, което трябва да науча преди края на цивилизацията, е да познавам посоката по звездите. Всичко е тихо като шофиране на кадилак в Космоса.“

There's a guy at work and he said "he loves this book, Tries to live by it!" I asked him if he liked to fight, surprised because he's a little guy. and he said "no the anarchy stuff". i had seen the Brad Pitt movie and only remember the fighting and the mentally-ill guy with multiple personality disorder. so i decide to read the book!

Fight Club is a little too hardcore for the book butcher. i really don't enjoy getting into the head of mentally-ill people. I also find the fact that i know a guy who tries to "live his life by it" a little disturbing. The characters are also shit people another turn off. but i really like the way it's told. Quick, shocking, and brutal. reminds me of David Putnam's writing style in the Bruno Johnson series. I remember the movie being very good. I can handle watching disturbing content better than reading it for some reason. Really good depiction of mental illness.

Maybe ill need to keep an eye on Phillip to make sure he is ok. I'll have to look up more Palahniuk to see if he does the same style with less disturbing content time to rewatch the movie!

This book is poetry. I can't add much more than what has already been said, in terms of message or analysis. What I do know, however, is that this is one of the most important books of our generation. One day, it will be taught in high school English classes, going Scarlet Letter, Huckleberry Finn, Gatsby, Catcher in the Rye, Fahrenheit 451, and then Fight Club. I'm not sure if there is a higher compliment that can be given. The significance of the book's message should not be dismissed.

And even if it is, Palahnuik's literary style cannot be. It is unmistakable. It is fluid. It is transcending. His use of chorus lines make the book such a quick read that you'll finish it in a day. You'll find yourself repeating them in your head six months after you've read the book, long after you've forgotten the petty details. I think that's what makes the book so special. We are all 'Jack's inflamed sense of rejection' and it's been too long since anyone really put that into words.

پارادایم شیفت

پالانیک به دقت به بررسی زندگی روزمره یک فرد مصرف گرا می پردازه و نشون میده که اگر از دیدگاه بالاتر به این زندگی روزمره نگاه کنیم، متوجه میزان احمقانه بودن آن خواهیم شد.
لحن پالانیک توی این اثر فوق العاده است. تک تک اعتقادات روزمره یک فرد معمولی که یک زندگی کاملا معمولی که توسط سیستم و رسانه ها کنترل میشه رو مورد حمله قرار میده و به معنای کلام آن را نابود میکنه. و بعد از میانه داستان ذکر میکنه که اگر میخواهی چیز زیبایی از یک جسم بسازی، ابتدا باید آن را خراب کنی. در واقع یکی از اصلی ترین مانور های داستان روی این مقوله است که شاید جواب هیچ وقت خود سازی نبوده، بلکه شاید جواب خود ویرانگری باشه. جوابی که کاملا کاربردیه، اما امکان برداشت نادرست ازش وجود داره. ممکنه پالانیک رو برای نوشتن این اثر، نیهیلیست بدونن اما در واقع جواب اصلی، پاسخ کاربردیه پالانیک به یکی از اصلی ترین ترس های وجودی بشر که ترس از مرگ هستش، پاسخی مناسب است که با استفاده از سیستم معکوس، ارزش زندگی حقیقی و زمان محدودی که در اختیار داریم رو به ما نشون میده.

این اثر برای من پارادایم شیفت بود. اگر بخوام کامل بنویسم که این کتاب برای من چی هست و چقدر برام ارزش داره، چندین صفحه را به خودش اختصاص خواهد داد، اما ترجیح میدم که این ریویو رو خلاصه بنویسم، و خواندن و برداشت کردن از این اثر رو به خواننده بسپارم. ریویویی که در بالا نوشتم، شاید یک صدم تمام حرف هایی باشه که میشه راجع به این کتاب زد.

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

بذارید همین اول به‌تون بگم؛ این کتاب شاهکاره
دقیقا چه توقعی از یه شاهکار دارید؟ توی این کتاب اون توقعات به طور کامل برطرف می‌شه و حتا یه چند مرحله هم ازش فراتر می‌ره. اصلا می‌تونم بعد از این وقتی یه کتاب شاهکار خوندم به جای این‌که بگم این کتاب شاهکاره بگم این کتاب باشگاه مشت‌زنیه

من رسماً عاشق راوی این کتاب شدم. تایلر دردن؟ خب اونم برای خودش خیلی خوبه اما با راوی بیش‌تر همذات پنداری کردم. راوی برام قابل درک بود. راوی معمولی بود. یه معمولیِ جذاب
اگه بخوام بدون فاش شدن داستان نظرم رو بگم باید بگم که در عین نداشتن یه فرم خاص، به اون شکل که فرمالیست‌ها بهش پایبندن این کتاب تعلیق و کشش فوق‌العاده‌ای داشت و بهتر از اون دیالوگ‌های دیوونه‌کننده‌ش بودن که من رو مسحور می‌کردن و یه جاهایی تا مرز مُردن هم پیش می‌رفتم.

ما یه غریزه‌ی زندگی داریم، بهش می‌گن اروس و شامل تمام رفتار و اعمالی می‌شه که برای زندگی کردن، زنده موندن و لذت بردن انجام می‌دیم اما به موازات این، ما یه غریزه‌ی مرگ‌خواهی هم داریم. ما بی اون که خودمون واقعاً بدونیم خیلی از کارها رو در راستای ارضای این غریزه انجام می‌دیم. کارهایی که شبیه خودآزاری‌اند، به این غریزه می‌گن تاناتوس. و چقدر این کتاب همین مفهوم رو داشت. و کمال فقط یه لحظه بود. یه لحظه‌ی کوتاه.

«هر چیزی که دوستش داری، یا تو را پس می‌زند یا می‌میرد.
هر چیزی که خلق می‌کنی، بالاخره یک روز دور انداخته می‌شود
هر چیزی که به آن مغروری تبدیل به زباله می‌شود.»


این چیزیه که اتفاق می‌افته.


با دیدن فیلم به وسعت و قدرت زبان پی می‌برید به ارزش کلمات. جالب این‌جاست که دیالوگ‌ها تا حدود خیلی زیادی حفظ شدن و این واسه چفت و بست دار بودنِ کتابه. به خاطر کامل بودنش. به این دلیل که هیچ کلمه‌ای اضافی نیست. هر جا فیلمنامه تغییر کرده توی ذوقم می‌زنه. علاوه بر اون فیلم فشرده شده، یه جاهایی بی‌دلیل حس می‌کنی ریتمش تند شده، به خصوص اوایل فیلم. البته باید به بازی‌های خوب هم اشاره کرد اما از فیلمش هم می‌شه راضی بود اگر پایانش اون‌طوری نمی‌شد. به نظر من نویسنده اون‌قدر عالی رمانش رو تموم کرده که هر چیزی غیر از این کار رو خراب می‌کنه. نمی‌دونم به چه دلیل پایان فیلم اینطوری عوض شده.


کتاب باشگاه مشت زنی، یعنی ادبیات هنوز بالاتر از سینماست. یعنی هنوز هم ممکنه که آدم از خوندن بیش‌تر از تماشا کردن لذت ببره. یعنی سرگردونی بین دو احساس و تردید از این‌که اگه کتاب رو تموم کنی بهتره یا آروم آروم پیش بری؟ در آخر کتاب رو تموم می‌کنی و می‌بینی که جمله‌هاش ته‌نشین نمی‌شن و با خودت می‌گی: «من قلب سرشار از احساساتِ جوام.»

Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered.

People often talk about literary fireworks. Fight Club is more of a bottle rocket. Whizz bang, it's spent. Fast and loud but brief. It's a lot like Green Day—it sounds punk and edgy when you're young but now it's just as much a part of the mainstream culture it rails against. To be honest, I read it again only because I picked up Palahniuk's newest novel, Adjustment Day, and this was on the shelf next to it and I decided to grab it too, just in case Adjustment Day stunk so I could remember Palahniuk at his best.

I know for a fact that I wouldn't like this book half as much if it weren't for the movie, which I've watched scores of times and used to recite from memory as a party trick (in retrospect, a pretty lame one). Edward Norton, Brad Pitt, Helena Bonham Carter, even Meatloaf, have become these characters more so than the book's own depictions. And more than the acting, the movie strips away the novel's too-snotty immaturity and distills it to its essence, leaving just concentrated energy and mood. That's what Palahniuk is best at: moods. Because the plot is irregular and the characters are flat and the writing is over-the-top sensational. But it works because it makes you feel this frantic, frenetic, ragged, jagged mood. An arrhythmia, a splintering and squinting pace. It's sickly and unpleasant by design. That is impressive, and that is the magic I think Palahniuk never fully recaptured in his subsequent works. Now his writing has devolved almost into self-parody.

3.5 stars out of 5. It's good, really quite good, and certainly a breed all its own. But it isn't great.

Got into this better this time,

Full review
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The first time I attempted this I found it impossible to get into and rather boring. As usual I had the calling to revisit a book I’d DNFed not long ago and this was it (though I’m not sure what caused me to DNF this in the first place, perhaps I went in with the wrong attitude?). This time around I found I connected better with the writing style and plot and even found the references to our world and society really fascinating.

“We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.”
Chuck Palahniuk

This story and book was one I found quite dark in general with its depiction of modern society and (to me) the illusion of freedom. Even though at first I struggled to get into the narrative, this time I really was able to savour the richness and detail in the writing. I thought the way the author had written and structured this book was quite cleverly done with it adding just the right amount of detail and description. In terms of the plot itself, I found this to be quite a depressing story (especially that ending) but that was probably what was intended because I know the day-to-day monotony of everyday society life is a real struggle for a lot of people both then and now…

How much more can one take until they snap?

I liked also that the MC remained nameless as that allowed me to fully savour the story and what the author was trying to say. For me, I think by making the narrator anonymous the author was really giving us a view of just how people with normal jobs are seen as masses and workers where identity and individuality are not important. It was done brilliantly here and in a way made me think of all the inequality of the world.

“I don't want to die without any scars.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club



15 years ago, I saw the movie. So, apparently, did every other slightly or mildly disaffected young man-boy in the country. I remember when even at BYU students were forming fight clubs after the movie. No project mayhem. BYU is far too neat for that (Cougars don't cut corners), but plenty of virgins banging on each other. It was a little bit absurd. OK. It was a lot bit absurd. Anyway, I didn't want to read the book until I had spent enough time away from Fincher's tight, sweaty adaption (and BYU) so that there would be a chance the book would stand on its own. So it wouldn't just be a re-cap of the movie. Impossible. There are only those who read the book after the movie and those who read the book before the movie, and those who read it before aren't talking.

There is something about Palahniuk I adore. Even when he is off (and he is as often off as he is on) CP is a force. One of my historical bitches about modern-day "literature" is it leans too far over on the MFA scale. There are all these precise, well-trained, well-groomed writers that can certainly write a well-developed story. Novels written with a good beginning, middle and end. The whole book might be clever in design, packaging, and will always, always use semicolons correctly; the way the grammar gods intended. But these stories often seem like Eunuchs. They are lacking balls. Yes. There I said it. I'm not saying this in any gender-specfiic way. Only, they seem safe, soulless, and often pointless. I never feel that about Palahniuk. He always seems one paragraph away from oblivion. He wants to piss into the existential void and make you watch. That doesn't mean his stuff always works. But when it doesn't it fails spectacularly.