Look. I love Chuck, okay? I'm not a member of the Cult or anything, but I have not yet read a book of his I didn't like. Fight Club blew my mind—enough so that I based BookBlog's rules on it, oh, so many years ago—and chose Invisible Monsters as our inaugural book. Also, I keep hoping Hollywood will get it together and finally move on turning Survivor into a movie.

Palahniuk is currently on tour for his new novel, Rant: The Oral Biography of Buster Casey. I've been debating with myself over whether or not to attempt attending his appearance with Irvine Welsh tomorrow night:

7:00 p.m.
Barnes & Noble Union Square
33 East 17th Street
New York, NY 10003

I have finally decided to stay home because it's likely to be a madhouse. Plus, I hate going into the city. He won't be signing books anyway, and making the super long trip without the reward of a meet & greet isn't inspiring. It's a shame New Jersey got shafted, especially since he'd probably find a lot of material for another book; we do self-loathing yet narcissistic nihilism very well here. If you're interested in finding out if Palahniuk will be near you soon, the dates for the rest of the tour are posted here.

Rather, I have contented myself with listening to a podcast interview from the Agony Column (via Return of the Reluctant). My favorite bit begins at 12:43:

Kleffel: And you also enjoy the mimetic qualities of Twain, too. You employ that. That's the basis of the book.

Palahniuk: I'm not even sure what you said.