…John S. sent me an email pointing me to a new book by Chuck Palahniuk, Snuff, coming this May from Doubleday. Amazon.com: “Cassie Wright, porn priestess, intends to cap her legendary career by breaking the world record for serial fornication. On camera. With six hundred men. SNUFF unfolds from the perspectives of Mr. 72, Mr. 137, and Mr. 600, who await their turn on camera in a very crowded green room. This wild, lethally funny, and thoroughly researched novel brings the huge yet underacknowledged presence of pornography in contemporary life into the realm of literary fiction at last. Who else but Chuck Palahniuk would dare do such a thing? Who else could do it so well, so unflinchingly, and with such an incendiary (you might say) climax?” Uh, who else? Indeed. I want to know what bespectacled editor wrote that jacket blurb. Or maybe it was Chuck. When gangbangs get literary, it’s hard to know what to think. I like how the publisher goes to pains to declare the book “thoroughly researched.” O RLY, Gerry? I was on set at the shooting of “The World’s Biggest Gang Bang III,” and I do not remember seeing Chuck there. Evan Wright was there, though. Must have prepared him for Iraq. I wonder if Snuff will be optioned as a movie. Perhaps Michael Bay could direct. After all, he used to date gangbang queen Houston. I’m sure ScarJo would be a great Carrie. And del Toro could be Mr. 600.
Last quarter, when I taught a lit crit seminar on Fight Club, one of my students mentioned Palahniuk’s upcoming novel and argued for the emergence of porn as passe. (tangentially: I distinctly remember reading Breslin’s brilliant writing from the Houston 300 event several years ago; interesting how this stuff comes full circle.) Come on now, Chuck: is merely doubling the real event the best you could do? 😉