The premise is simple. An aging porn queen wants to go out with a bang. A gang bang.
600 men, one woman, breaking the record, setting an impossible task for any woman to follow. And yes, she plans to be dead at the end.
The last Palahniuk novel I tried to read was Diary. I didn’t stop because the novel was bad; I stopped because I was in the middle of my divorce and every page hurt like a kick in the chest. I’d start reading and I’d start crying every third page. Not just little drops of sadness, but rivers of absolute hopeless sorrow. Diary hurt me, like putting my hand on a hot oven, so I put it down half-way through.
I own Haunted, but I haven’t read it. Sounded sufficiently creepy/scary/gory, but I just couldn’t get into it. I wasn’t in the right place.
And then comes Snuff.
I have to admit, this one is fun. Not challenging like Fight Club and not clever like Survivor or Choke, but almost like the cotton candy Palahniuk, playing for laughs and gasps. I won’t be thinking about it now that it’s over, but I laughed a lot when I was reading it. I saw through the plot right away, but it didn’t matter. I was still laughing, right up to the end.
And no, I won’t be giving any hint to how it ends.
Sweet and sour on the lips with no aftertaste. Enjoyed. Thank you, Chuckie-P!
EDIT: And thank you Daniel Mighty Mighty Solis for this… Chuckie interviews the star of Snuff, Cassie Wright!