domingo, 30 de noviembre de 2008

Choke


Choke is a novel of Chuck Palhniuk, this novel is about a sex addict who goes every night to a different restaurant to choke himself, and when he does this a person of the concerned crowed becomes a "Hero" and save him, then all this people send cards to him and send him money. He uses this money to pay for the asisted house for his mother that has a mental issue. Victor also has another job as a employee in a theme park of the XVIII century with his friend that he met in sex addict therapy, Victor through the story never passes the fourth step but the friend is dedicated to recover of his adiction so looks for other addictions to overcome the sex addiction.
The conflict of this novel is an existencial conflict and also the books reflects Chuck´s thoughts also expressed in other writings of him, like the "mother raised generation" issue that he has and exposes it also in Fight Club. The main topics of this book is the madness, the addictions, the existencial issues, and the postmodern psicological issues. Victor is a perfect example of an anti-heroe disturbed by modern situations and conditions like a desperate mother continuesly "saving" him from his adoption mothers.
After reading this book and knowing about Chuck I ask myself a question: Chuck is fucking crazy son of a bitch or he just know what people want or what sells? I can only say that Chuck makes the scenes of the book so impressive that he knows what people want but I dont know if he writes and make things that way with the porpose of selling himself.
Last but not least I want to say that Choke (Asfixia) is a brilliant work from a brilliant artist that turns the addicts and the mad people into the people we look up to, he makes every scene of a daily story into an epic scene that will never erase from our minds, he invents a new philosophy and a new way of seeing the world, he invents almost everything, but the most important he invents our heroes, the heroes of our times, like he said in Fight Club, we dont have a great war or a great depression, our lifes are our great depression and the war is against ourselfs.

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