Are you there, Chuck Palahniuk? It's me, Steve.
I just finished reading
Damned, and I've got to tell you, it was terrible. This is the third novel of yours that I've gone through, and I'm starting to get the feeling that whatever spark of brilliance I saw in
Fight Club was not presaging a coming coruscation, but was rather just a cold phosphorescent illusion.
Yes, I may only be an American male in his mid-to-late twenties, but I
do know what the words "presaging" and "coruscation" mean. I will admit that you taught me one new word, though, and that was
weltschmerz. So thanks for that.
I should stop reading Chuck Palahniuk novels and cut my losses at this point, but sometimes it's kind of enjoyable, in a masochistic way, to read something this bad.