PRAISE FOR CHUCK PALAHNIUK
SURVIVOR
A wild amphetamine ride through the vagaries of fame and the nature of belief.
San Francisco Chronicle
A dead-on send-up of the media, celebrity and pop culture.
Seattle Post-Intelligencer
Convoluted, maniacally comic, partaking deeply of the America that streams toward us in the dead of the night from the cable channelsthat place of outrageous expectation, slavish idolatry, fanatic consumerism, and mind-stopping banality.
Esquire
Palahniuk is one of the freshest, most intriguing voices to appear in a long time. He rearranges Vonneguts sly humor, DeLillos mordant social analysis and Pynchons antic surrealism (or is it R. Crumbs) into a gleaming puzzle palace all his own.
Newsday
Impressive. Palahniuks DeLilloesque cultural witticisms and his satirical take on the culture of instant celebrity invest the narrative with a dark humor.
Publishers Weekly
A morbidly fascinating black fantasy. Brilliant, engrossing, substantial, and fun: Palahniuk carves out credible, moving dramas.
Kirkus Reviews
FIGHT CLUB
Diabolically sharp and funny.
Washington Post Book World
Astonishing debut. Fight Club is a dark, unsettling, and nerve-chafing satire.
Seattle Times
A powerful, dark, original novel. This is a memorable debut by an important writer.
Robert Stone
Fight Club is hot. Its great. Even I cant write this well.
Thom Jones
Extraordinarystartingly original. Palahniuk brilliantly introduces us to people who have fallen off the circumference of civilization.
Baltimore Sun
This brilliant bit of nihilism succeeds where so many self-described transgressive novels do not: Its dangerous because its so compelling.
Kirkus Reviews
A noir fable with a potent punch. A genuine, two-fisted talent.
Katherine Dunn
Amazing and artful disturbance. Fight Club is for everybody who thinks and loves fine American language.
Barry Hannah
Irresistible. As with chocolate or pornography, you struggle to savor it slowly, yet feel compelled to zip through its smart, atomic, nightmarish world. A visionary novel of beautiful violence and creepy intensity.
Scott Heim
Palahniuks utterly original creation will make even the most jaded reader sit up and take notice.
Publishers Weekly
A ferocious, taut, mesmerizing novel whose economical stylishness and rigorous, perverse, philosophical underpinnings put one in the mind of Camus The Stranger and J.G. Ballards Crash .
Dennis Cooper
A powerful, and possibly brilliant, first novel.
Booklist
INVISIBLE MONSTERS
Chuck Palahiuks stories dont unfold. They hurtle headlong, changing lanes in threes and banging off the guard rails of modern fiction. This time he has really done it. Incredibly, Invisible Monsters makes the authors jarring first novel, Fight Club , seem like a leisurely buggy ride.
James Sullivan, San Francisco Chronicle
A harrowing, perverse, laugh-aloud funny rocket ride of catastrophes. Gutsy, terse and cunning, Invisible Monsters may emerge as Palahniuks strongest book.
Greg Berkman, Seattle Times
A twisted soap opera that not only desensitized individuals should find hilarious. A fascinating narrative. Palahniuks sentence structure, rhythm and comic timing rattle off the tongue like snapping gum. Palahniuk succeeds in cutting open each character, transforming each one in a way only his clever mind could invent.
Jessica Ricci, Fox News Online
Invisible Monsters could scare the tights off the ratings board. A wildly plotted, quick-read showcase of [Palahniuks] hip, perverse humor and dark imagination.
Steve Sullivan, Cityview
Palahniuks slyly humorous character sketches keep pages turning.
Memphis Flyer
Stylish, bitchy beach read.
Emily Jenkins, Village Voice
Invisible Monsters is a soap opera wrapped in a mystery, an enigma swaddled in a Bret Easton Ellis nightmare.
New City
Fast-paced. Everyone wants to be someone else, and in this hilarious book, they get the chance.
Ted Loos, Out
ALSO BY CHUCK PALAHNIUK
Fight Club
Invisible Monsters
SURVIVOR
A NOVEL
CHUCK PALAHNIUK
W. W. NORTON & COMPANY
NEW YORK LONDON
Copyright 1999 by Chuck Palahniuk
All rights reserved
First published as a Norton paperback 2010
For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to Permissions, W. W. Norton & Company, Inc., 500 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10110
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Palahniuk, Chuck.
Survivor: a novel / by Chuck Palahniuk.
p. cm.
ISBN: 978-0-393-04702-8
I. Title.
PS3566.A4554S87 1999
813'.54dc21 98-28874
ISBN 978-0-393-34143-0 (e-book)
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For Mike Keefe and Mike Smith
For Shawn Grant and Heidi Weeden and Matt Palahniuk
The agent in this book is not Edward Hibbert, who represents my work with all his humor, energy, and skill.
No one in this book is as clever as my editor, Gerry Howard.
No one anywhere is as relentless and helpful as Lois Rosenthal.
This book would not exist without the Tuesday Night Writers Workshop at Suzys house.
Who has pages, tonight?
SURVIVOR
T esting, testing. One, two, three.
Testing, testing. One, two, three.
Maybe this is working. I dont know. If you can even hear me, I dont know.
But if you can hear me, listen. And if youre listening, then what youve found is the story of everything that went wrong. This is what youd call the flight recorder of Flight 2039. The black box, people call it, even though its orange, and on the inside is a loop of wire thats the permanent record of all thats left. What youve found is the story of what happened.
And go ahead.
You can heat this wire to white-hot, and it will still tell you the exact same story.
Testing, testing. One, two, three.
And if youre listening, you should know right off the bat the passengers are at home, safe. The passengers, they did what youd call their deplaning in the New Hebrides Islands. Then, after it was just him and me back in the air, the pilot parachuted out over somewhere. Some kind of water. What youd call an ocean.
Im going to keep saying it, but its true. Im not a murderer.
And Im alone up here.
The Flying Dutchman.
And if youre listening to this, you should know that Im alone in the cockpit of Flight 2039 with a whole crowd of those little child-sized bottles of mostly dead vodka and gin lined up on the place you sit at against the front windows, the instrument panel. In the cabin, the little trays of everybodys Chicken Kiev or Beef Stroganoff entres are half eaten with the air conditioner cleaning up any leftover food smell. Magazines are still open to where people were reading. With all the seats empty, you could pretend everyones just gone to the bathroom. Out of the plastic stereo headsets you can hear a little hum of prerecorded music.
Up here above the weather, its just me in a Boeing 747-400 time capsule with two hundred leftover chocolate cake desserts and an upstairs piano bar which I can just walk up to on the spiral staircase and mix myself another little drink.
God forbid I should bore you with all the details, but Im on autopilot up here until we run out of gas. Flame out, the pilot calls it. One engine at a time, each engine will flame out, he said. He wanted me to know just what to expect. Then he went on to bore me with a lot of details about jet engines, the venturi effect, increasing lift by increasing camber with the flaps, and how after all four engines flame out the plane will turn into a 450,000-pound glider. Then since the autopilot will have it trimmed out to fly in a straight line, the glider will begin what the pilot calls a controlled descent.