Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk
It’s raunchy. It’s gross. It’s heinous. It’s disturbing. It’s painful. It’s honest. It’s brilliant. It’s eye-opening. It’s reality as brought to you by one of the most devious minds ever to set idea to paper.
And I love Invisible Monsters.
Chuck Palahniuk’s works always defy categorization and genre designations. Invisible Monsters is a bit of psychotropic biography mixed with a portrayal of criminal life and rehabilitative therapy that’s also the most horrific reverse-Cinderella story that one could imagine.
I would say the closest comparison could be made to Myra Breckenridge by Gore Vidal. Both are first-person stories of what an onlooker might define as “a life lived deviantly,” but like Myra Breckenridge before it, Invisible Monsters connects easily to the unusual and dissatisfied individual who is bold and open-minded enough to give it a read. This is the modern adult’s equivalent of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, bringing a sub-group of people together and elevating their oddities to cult status.
Pure and simple, if Fight Club and Choke weren’t your thing, Invisible Monsters is gonna be right out of your wheelhouse.
But if you’re a little bit strange, and you thrive upon the unexpected and nothing ever panning out exactly as it’s planned, then get ready to explode your comfort zone and be saved by chaos.