Here’s a test:
I’m holding a baby in one hand and a petri dish holding a fetus in the other.
I’m going to drop one. You chose which.
If you really truly believe a fetus is the same thing as a baby, it should be impossible for you to decide. You should have to flip a coin, that’s how impossible the decision should be.
Shot in the dark, you saved the baby.
Because you’re aware there’s a difference.
Now admit it
I think the writing style is fun for drabbles, prose, short stories, even poetry. Anything longer and it becomes irritating.
I agree that the message is one that is often discussed in this generation. Still, while the subject may be one that is often discussed, little has changed. For this reason I have to disagree on your judgment that the topic is a cliche one.
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk is the story of a man who hates his life, his job, and what the world has become. People spend money they don’t have on things they don’t need. He doesn’t know what to do with his hatred and, what’s worst, he can’t sleep… Until Fight Club.
The idea behind this story was a good one. I think there was an interesting and important message behind it. If you’ve seen the movie, then you’re well aware of the twist and the book had many hints, but I don’t think it’d be completely obvious if you hadn’t seen the movie.
Though the message was a good one, Fight Club as a novel is… Not very good. I enjoyed the story, don’t get me wrong, if I didn’t I wouldn’t of finished the book as quickly as I did. No, my problem with Fight Club lies outside of the story: the writing style.
Palahniuk writes in a way that is difficult to put up with. He speaks to the reader as if he’s having a conversation with them. He stuffs the story with facts and how-to lists and he gets very repetitive. The way he delivers dialogue is a chore to read through and there are certain parts that can be confusing to the reader purely because of the way it’s delivered. While I enjoyed the tale itself, Palahnuik’s writing style has convinced me not to pick up another of his books.
i can’t imagine drinking capri sun out of a bottle. it would not be right at all. i feel like the act of drinking it out of that little plastic straw is so integral to the essence of capri sun that bottled capri sun would barely taste like anything