It's the same author that wrote Fight Club and it kind of has that same feel where certian things happen and you're like, "wait what just happned, what did I miss? Jump to present time with my folks sitting on lawn chairs at night, and watching these same super-8 movies projected on the white side of the same white house, twenty years later. So rather than bring the end of the narrator’s story to the end of the novel, he wisely ends it somewhere in the middle, where stories generally leave their protagonists on their journey through life. Not only do the characters suffer FOR beauty, they suffer BECAUSE of beauty, and that's a powerful comment on current American society. Patience" continues to be widely successful, and even holds down a relationship with a handsome detective.

It’s a critical satire about the population at large that envies the glam of modeling and the clueless models who run it.If you like Fight Club and aren't the kind of person who expects an author to invent a new writing style for each book then this really is for you. But the death isn't ruled a murder—and might never have been if one of the gang—a cadging sybarite named Bunny Corcoran—hadn't shown signs of cracking under the secret's weight.

To these men, the inner and outer lives of these women--all women--are driven solely by their level of physical attractiveness.

The story follows a disfigured former model who becomes entangled in a web of deceit and manipulation as she navigates through the superficial world of fashion and beauty. People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event.

This is the kind of Gen X nonsense that makes me thrill at the prospect of being eaten alive by a millennial. I wouldn't necessarily recommend this book as starting point for new Palahniuk readers, although it is a great example of his style and characterisation. Evie begs the narrator to come live with her but leaves for Cancún as soon as she arrives, leaving the narrator alone.

The story rips into the nihilistic consumerism of society, with an almost "League of Gentleman" delight in it's own absurdity. It’s impossible to exit the stage without feeling completely overwhelmed by the story that was smacked into you.