From Shelf Awareness for Readers May 15, 2018;
Chuck Palahniuk: ‘A Creature of Infinite Light & Love’
Chuck Palahniuk is the author of more than 17 fictional works, including Fight Club, Invisible Monsters, Rant and[…] Make Something Up. He lives in the Pacific Northwest. We talked with him recently about Adjustment Day (Norton, $26.95), his first novel in four years.What did you learn from working in the graphic novel and coloring book mediums these past years?
Comics rock in so many ways. First, the transitions are so mechanical: panel-to-panel and page-to-page, so you can edit story like film or collage. Second, comic theory states that the only place to truly surprise readers is at the page turn. This requires a set-up on the lower right page and a strong payoff on the upper left page that follows. Imagine a novel with strong plot points every two pages. What a challenge! Comics are brutal to write, but they made me better at intercutting between multiple characters, plots and realities. I never could’ve written Adjustment Day without having written Fight Club 2.
In a way, I wanted to mimic Ayn Rand’s evolution from The Fountainhead to Atlas Shrugged. Her earlier book, like Fight Club, deals with empowering an individual to the point where he can pursue his own vision. Adjustment Day is like Atlas Shrugged because it depicts a group of like-minded people combining their power for social change. If people misinterpret anything about Fight Club, they miss the fact that it’s about developing the potential of individuals, and the organization is ultimately doomed as those people pursue their own paths.
Adjustment Day seems to play naturally, if extremely, off current politics. How much inspiration did you take from the state of our nation?
None. With the exception of technology, are our travails any worse than those of other times? And when you compare Trump’s tweets to FDR’s fireside chats and the then-new miracle of radio, our era feels like just another political rerun. That’s one reason why I wanted to depict a major change in society. To date, most of our novels depict bad times–for example, The Grapes of Wrath–but they don’t depict a lasting solution. Like Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale or that book The Turner Diaries, I wanted to show a big game changer. But I wanted a comedy. Well, some comedy.
These days, many young adults face futures that look bleak, with traditional goals like home ownership or building a family seemingly out of reach.
Before anybody panics, she or he needs to read Doug Coupland’s Generation X, wherein my generation–note: Coupland defines Gen X as anyone born between 1960 and 1972, and since he’s the author who invented the distinction I defer to him–faced largely the same hurdles young people currently face. Each generation creates a miracle solution that saves it. Or each generation redefines success, beauty, value, wisdom, so those ideas aren’t dictated by the previous generations. Skinny jeans, for instance.
Over the course of the story, you reference a handful of American classics. What about those titles inspired you to reference them?
The books I mention in Adjustment Day are all books I love, but it’s depressing how they default to the status quo. I want the Joad family from The Grapes of Wrath to take some radical political action, start cooking anthrax or whatever. And I want Nick Carraway in The Great Gatsby to confront Tom and Daisy Buchanan and say, “Daisy killed your mistress, you dumbass! And you’re both rich, conceited dickwads!” But, no, the Joads just putter into the sunset, and Nick tucks tail and runs home to Minnesota or wherever. On the other hand, the books of Ayn Rand….
Jonathan Swift said, “Satire is a sort of glass wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own… so very few are offended with it.” You’ve promised Adjustment Day will offend everyone.
Ah, the curse of the publisher’s jacket copy. It’s never my goal to offend or provoke. I am a creature of infinite light and love; there, I’ve said it. Listen to the Warm, and all that. But I think publishers are nervous and feel they must make the statements you cite in order to ward off any overly sensitive readers.
One of your characters says you write only about castration and abortion. Did you have to work hard at developing just the right insult for yourself, or did it roll right off the pen?
Hey, kill your darlings–and what’s more precious than the author’s little ego? In the Fight Club 2 graphic novel, I absolutely trash and humiliate myself. But people love that. Critic Laura Miller of Salon says it’s because readers secretly despise writers. True? I hope not. But remember the scene in Fight Club where Marla is being rescued from her suicide attempt? As the paramedics rush past her to the locked apartment, she tells them that the girl they want to save is unredeemable and infectious human waste. It’s touching when a character bad-mouths herself or himself. But it shows an honesty that’s not based on always looking good.
The implementers of Adjustment Day take their guidance from a publicly curated Internet list of victims. Since you exist in the world of Adjustment Day, do you think you made the List?
The publishers who rejected Adjustment Day–and there were several–did so because they thought the online kill list was too attractive and too plausible. Just as my book Fight Club launched a million backyard fight clubs, nervous editors were certain this new book would have people pooling their hatred in lists of targets to assassinate. Silly editors. People are already online joining forces to destroy the lives of their common enemies. And while I don’t want to get shot in the head while signing books at a Barnes & Noble, neither do I want to waste a long, long life writing trivial, boring, defeatist fiction. The Joad baby is born dead. Nick retreats back to Minneapolis. Spank me on my bare bottom, but I’d really rather be Howard Roark.
As a children’s librarian, I have to ask–is there any chance you might write a book for young readers someday?
I’ve written that book, about a boy who lives next door to one of those “body farms” where forensic experts leave corpses to decay in various exposed conditions to study the timeline and process. Of course, the boy falls in love with the place. It’s like Christopher Robin next to the Three-Acre Wood, but instead of Pooh and Piglet, my kid pals around with a badly rotted girl his own age. Isn’t YA romance wonderful?! The working title is The Fault Is in Our Bowels because, you know, bacteria. And gas.