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Chuck we trust By
Raven Nightshado
The
story is the same at each gas station where we stop to ask for information. “Chuck who?” “Palahniuk. He’s a writer; he grew up around here.” “Around here? What’d he write?” “ ‘Fight Club.’ ” “Cool! I love that movie.” “Yeah,
well he wrote the book.” The
guy behind the counter, a shaved-head, goateed, muscular fellow of
35 looks incredulously back at us, the “city folk,” as if daring us
to prove that someone, somewhere still prints books. On
the windswept bluffs of eastern Washington, at the place where the
Snake River meets the Columbia, lies the town of Burbank. Epithets
such as “charming” or “quaint” cannot be applied to this place. It
is, at best, a bleak reminder that much of the United States is still
a rural good-ol’-boy-entrenched backwater. There
are two Burbanks, really. Burbank heights is a new neighborhood, new
money being poured into quickly constructed executive homes on the
bluff overlooking the McNary Wildlife Refuge. Old Burbank is a one-mile
square trailer park dotted with chicken coops — merely a Frisbee’s
throw from the train tracks. Palahniuk, who grew up in Old Burbank,
has called it “scorpion country.” The
two families that united to form Chuck, the Palahniuks and the Tallents,
have roots in Burbank. Chuck’s parents, Fred Palahniuk and Carol Tallent,
both attended and graduated from Burbank High School. They married,
produced two sons and two daughters, and divorced when Chuck was 14. According
to “Fugitives and Refugees,” his insider travel book about Portland,
Ore., Chuck moved to the city in which he still lives “... six days
after graduating high school.” He claims that his roommates “... work
in restaurants, and our closet space is filled with boxes of stolen
food.” This thing, stealing food, is a trick Palahniuk learned from
his father. Fred Palahniuk used to wake his children in the night
to raid train wrecks for salvage. The strange events of Palahniuk’s
life seem to insinuate themselves into his writing with dreadful alacrity.
He recounts the train wreck salvage in “Invisible Monsters,” his third
novel. And anyone who has ever been to Burbank, Wash., cut off from
“civilization” by the two rivers, with its two sides of town, rich
and poor, would have to admit that it bears a striking resemblance
to Waytansea Island, the fictional setting of Palahniuk’s 2003 novel,
“Diary.” Part
Two: Art imitates life imitates art Palahniuk
graduated with a degree in Journalism from the University of Oregon
but like many writers was daunted with the task of making a living
by writing. His rural upbringing had exposed him to mechanics as a
matter of course, and he took a job at Freightliner — first as a mechanic
and later writing technical manuals. In his heart, he nurtured the
idea of writing fiction. To pursue this end, he enrolled in one of
Tom Spanbauer’s (author of “The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon,”
1991) “Dangerous Writing” workshops in 1995. According to Palahniuk,
Spanbauer sat him down and told him that his writing was too good
to be left as a hobby. Inspired by “minimalism,” the style Spanbauer
was teaching, Palahniuk produced “Invisible Monsters,” a book he was
immensely pleased with at the time. Editors, however, were horrified. When
he submitted “Invisible Monsters” to a dozen publishers, Palahniuk
was told that it was too strange, too bizarre, too shocking. In short
— as fans can now attest — it was too “Chuck.” For these bizarre twistings
of life as we know it, these “surrealities,” have become the hallmark
of Palahniuk’s work. “Invisible
Monsters” is the story of Shannon McFarland, a former fashion model
who has been turned into a “monster” by a freeway shooting that left
her without a jaw. She travels around the country stealing drugs from
rich people’s houses with her companions, The Princess Brandy Alexander
and a man Brandy keeps renaming (formerly Alfa Romeo, formerly Chase
Manhattan.) Shannon writes the book’s key message on a postcard she
flings from the Space Needle in Seattle: “When you don’t know who
to hate, you hate yourself.” The book is a wild trip through the psyche
of a woman who hates herself so much that she makes herself invisible
by being so ugly that no one dares to look at her. Palahniuk
was, of course, less than pleased with the rejection of his manuscript.
He began working in earnest on his next novel, which bore the working
title “Manifesto.” He has said that he wrote the book as “a big ‘fuck
you’ ” to everyone who thought “Invisible Monsters” went too far.
This book, he planned, would go so far no one would ever publish any
of his work. “We don’t have a great war in our generation, or a great
depression,” Palahniuk has said. “... We have a great war of the spirit.
We have a great revolution against the culture.” The
novel known then as “Manifesto” began on a fateful day when Palahniuk
had just gotten home from camping on the Pacific Crest. He had gotten
into a fight with other campers over the volume of their music at
2 a.m. When he arrived home, a friend taught him how to make soap,
and the same day, his sister Shawn called from Canada and told him
how the Canadian government was having a problem disposing of all
the bio-waste from liposuction clinics. “Fight
Club” was born. So
Palahniuk submitted this second, harder, grittier, dirtier, more shocking
novel (e.g. the line “I want to have your abortion” was so controversial
that the studio insisted it be changed in the film version. Director
David Fincher, in a stroke
of genius, changed it to “I haven’t been fucked like that since grade
school.” Studio execs then questioned if they shouldn’t have left
well enough alone.) Much to Palahniuk’s surprise, editors bit onto
the Tyler Durden craze and published “Fight Club” in 1996. With
the success of “Fight Club,” Palahniuk felt free to explore whichever
edgy topics piqued his interest. His second published novel, 1999’s
“Survivor,” detailed the last hours of the only surviving member of
a strange cult as he crashes a 747. The novel’s protagonist, Tender
Branson, is doing this so he can record a message on the plane’s black
box. According to Palahniuk, the book’s theme is about the system
of education in America because “... kids are sort of taught or trained
to be the best possible cogs in some big corporate machine.” The
dawn of the new millennium signaled an upswing in the frenetic pace
of his work. 2001 brought “Choke,” about a man who chokes on purpose
in order to bilk “Good Samaritans” out of cash and other assistance.
2002 brought “Lullaby,” the story of a man who accidentally kills
his wife and child with a magic African “culling song.” And in 2003,
Palahniuk gave us “Diary,” the story of a woman whose comatose husband
only married her so that his family could sell her art when she was
dead. Clearly,
dark themes — undermining society’s standards, the struggle for individuality
no matter whom you have to kill to achieve it, the exaltation of the
anti-hero — run throughout Palahniuk’s work. In 1999, the year Palahniuk published a reworked version of “Invisible Monsters” and the film version of “Fight Club” was released, Palahniuk’s father, Fred, and his new girlfriend, Donna Fontaine, were murdered by Fontaine’s ex-husband. Chuck Palahniuk himself could not have scripted a more bizarre set of circumstances than those that led Dale Shackelford to stalk Fontaine, shoot her and Fred Palahniuk and then burn their bodies. But ironically, it was not the first time Fred Palahniuk’s life had been touched by murder. When
he was 3 years old, Fred Palahniuk’s father shot his wife and then
himself after hunting all day for Fred. According to Chuck Palahniuk,
his father’s earliest memory was “… hiding under the bed, seeing his
father’s logging boots walking by and the muzzle of the gun he was
carrying.” Surely, tales of the event, as well as the circumstances
of his upbringing, led Palahniuk to seek darker themes as habitually
as a drug addict seeks a fix. The familiar, no matter how strange,
is home. Part
Three: Tyler’s kiss Palahniuk’s
star has risen to become one of the most well-known and well-read
of the minimalist authors. Comparisons to other contemporary authors,
such as Bret Easton Ellis (“American
Psycho”), Amy Hempel (“Reasons to Live: Stories”) and his mentor,
Tom Spanbauer, are sketchy at best. No author in or out of the minimalist
genre has come from nowhere to generate the kind of instant impact
on a generation of readers that Palahniuk’s work has done. Even Ellis,
whose first novel, “Less Than Zero,” received immediate praise from
fans and critics, has not achieved the kind of sustained fervor that
Palahniuk’s work has. The
impact of this popularity is found in many places, but none as prominent
or memorable as on Palahniuk’s official website, chuckpalahniuk.net.
Named “The Cult,” this fan-run, author-sponsored nutfest sports nearly
9,000 official members (myself included) and Tyler-only-knows how
many unofficial “lurkers” who rely on the site for info but don’t
participate directly. The
site is comprehensive — from biographical info on the author to an
author’s book club, in which each month a book is selected because
it has some connection to Palahniuk, whether it be by his mentioning
it in his work or because it influenced his writing directly. Although
many fans enjoy and appreciate the themes of each of his books, none
are as widely applied to fans’ own lives as those of “Fight Club’s”
(insane) anti-hero, Tyler Durden. In Portland, Ore., “In Tyler We
Trust” has had the same impact in street art that “Frodo Lives” had
in the ’60s when it started appearing in New York subways. The merchandising
crew for the “Fight Club” film went so far as to make wax impressions
of Brad Pitt’s lips so that cast and crew could wear lip-shaped “Tyler’s
Kiss” scars to the premiere. So
impacting is Tyler Durden’s manifesto that Cult members engage in
“Project Mayhem”-style “arts and crafts projects.” This year, several
members put together some 2,000 posts on a single topic, called “The
Emperor Thread,” into a hand-bound book, clad in red leather, which
they presented to Palahniuk as this year’s birthday present. Other
Palahniuk-related or -inspired projects share a similar sense of fringe
chic. A recent documentary of Palahniuk’s life, “Postcards from the
Future” had its “hometown” (Portland, Ore.) debut at the Clinton Street
Theater — the same theater that has made a substantial portion of
its income from showing the “Rocky Horror Picture Show” every Saturday
since 1975. Then
there is the Portland Cacophony Society, of which Palahniuk is a long-standing
member, a kind of anarchist club whose members congregate and participate
in such free-spirited revels as the “Drunk Santa Parade.” In
the spirit of passing on the good will that came to him through Tom
Spanbauer, Palahniuk now runs his own writers workshop — online and
free. Each month, Palahniuk posts a short work of his own, what he
calls a “distinction essay,” followed by some commentary on the essay’s
theme and purpose. Members are then invited to write their own essay,
based on Palahniuk’s “rules,” and post it to the members section.
Other members review each work. Part of Palahniuk’s legacy in years
to come may be that some people who otherwise might not even have
tried writing are developing their own contributions to the minimalist
style he has brought to the forefront of American literature. Palahniuk’s
edgy, blunt style has bled over from the fringe, capturing many mainstream
readers who once thought that such topics were too crude to talk about
in daylight. How can you tell what might make it into the next Chuck
Palahniuk book? As the narrator of “Choke,” Victor Mancini, says,
“Just keep asking yourself: ‘What would Jesus not do?’ ” The
imminent release of Palahniuk’s next project, a collection of nonfiction
pieces called “Stranger Than Fiction” (due in June), will no doubt
thrill readers with its bizarre view of life from the edge of the
world in a way only Chuck Palahniuk can present it. Between the following
for his writing, fiction and non, and the adaptations of his work
for film, Palahniuk’s future seems secure. Every work he has published
since the “Fight Club” film made his name known has sold respectable
numbers. From
the windswept plateau of Eastern Washington to Hollywood, and into
the hearts of his fans, the man from nowhere is somewhere at last. Raven
Nightshado is a writer/artist/musician who lives in Oregon. She
is pursuing a degree in civil engineering. Related link: Chuck Palahniuk's official site |
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