Stranger Than Fiction: True Stories
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Chuck Palahniuk’s world has always been, well, different from yours and mine. In his first collection of nonfiction, Chuck Palahniuk brings us into this world, and gives us a glimpse of what inspires his fiction.At the Rock Creek Lodge Testicle Festival in Missoula, Montana, average people perform public sex acts on an outdoor stage. In a mansion once occupied by The Rolling Stones, Marilyn Manson reads his own Tarot cards and talks sweetly to his beautiful actress girlfriend. Across the country, men build their own full-size castles and rocketships that will send them into space. Palahniuk himself experiments with steroids, works on an assembly line by day and as a hospice volunteer by night, and experiences the brutal murder of his father by a white supremacist. With this new direction, Chuck Palahniuk has proven he can do anything.
aliens standing around slant-eyed under a spinning silver radar dish and flashing colored strobe lights. They come, painted black with ambulance light bars. Or painted with brown desert camouflage and hand-drawn cartoons of missiles roaring toward Arabs riding camels. They come trailing clouds of special-effects smoke. Shooting cannons made from pipe and blasting black-powder charges. They come with names like Beaver Patrol and the Viking and Mean Gang-Green, from dryland wheat towns such as Mesa
give each character an education and a skill set that limits how they see the world. A house cleaner sees the world as an endless series of stains to remove. A fashion model sees the world as a series of rivals for public attention. A failed medical student sees nothing but the moles and twitches that might be the early signs of a terminal illness. During this same period when I started writing, friends and I started a weekly tradition we called “Game Night.” Every Sunday evening we’d meet to
that bridge by wheelbarrow. As we built those double rock walls, we put logs sticking out through the walls on both sides. Then we’d put planks across those. We’d put logs through the walls, then pull them out as we worked our way up. That’s actually how they did the old castles. They had a name for them-they called them ‘put logs.’ If you look at old photos of the castles in Europe you see all these holes in the walls. Of course, some were to shoot arrows out of, but the little holes were where
production team. At this time, the top floor is unfinished. Wide arched windows look out over the stone terraces far below. “I’m not afraid of heights,” Bob says. “I’ve parachuted and hang-glided. Heights don’t bother me. The only thing that bothers me now is I don’t have any knees left. I’m not as agile as I was.” This year, he’s planting his twenty-six acres with hay and trees in order to qualify for lower property taxes. He’s building a massive new front entry that supports a stone patio off
Corner or Kings Around the Corner. She uses that fancy new toilet paper, Cottonelle, which feels like you’re using a cashmere sweater. In the basement is Steve’s severed head-a very realistic replica left over from a skateboard video and made by the same team that made Juliette’s pregnant stomach for the movie The Way of the Gun. From the list, Juliette reads: “Do cats frustrate you as pets, or do you admire their independence?” Over the past twenty-four hours, she’s talked about her family, her