This is author Chuck Palahniuk at his deadpan peak, a mesmerizing, unnerving, and hilarious satire on the wages of fame and the bedrock lunacy of the modern world.
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"A perfect comment on our apocalypse-fixated times." (Spin)
"Brilliantly satiric and savagely funny." (San Francisco Chronicle)
"Mordant....One's sympathy for the improbably doomed hero is fully engaged." (New Yorker)
I loved this book so much that I've read and listened to it several times. I believe Palahniuk has created a rare possibility that mega religions and snake oil salesman are dancing partners. Society has a love affair with our own mortality and legacy, so much so, that it gives this book an eerie revelation that pulls at those memories of existence that you thought were a distant past, it exposes the fraud of an instant messiah. The sense of wanting more, but realizing that you should be satasfied, it may be a cautionary tale that hints at the thought that you may have to live a maintenanced vain struggled life. Self actualization and instant Karma may not need catalysts to be fruitful, so live in moments not preconceived packaged, polished, philosophical dogmas and life might just be partly satisfied, that's what this book tells me.
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Tender Branson is the sole surviving member of a religious cult whose doctrine commands you to commit suicide.
I would class this as black comedy. Palahniuk once again delivers an highly entertaining and original story. I stayed up all night just to see where this was going. Starting at the end of the story and finishing at the beginning , this book just keeps you guessing.
I would highly recommend this book if you are looking for a book with guts and a deep story.
Not for the easily offended or faint of heart.
Not your typical book, but very entertaining. I found myself listening to it whenever I could. Full of interesting, but logical twists and turns. A worthy listen.
Stop listening to other people's opinions and form one of your own. That's sound advice, or not. It all depends on how literal you take it.
For a good book, one needs: a compelling story, at least two good characters, a handful of wisdom, a twist of the norm or a lead that defines normal behavior. Mix all these together and wait for a publishing house to realize your mad work of genius and then do two months of touring and signing and then pray to the gods of literature to be merciful.
Well, Chuck P. has that recipe and a few more inside this book. It starts off with a "grab your attention situation" and then develops into a "that lead character is very strange" type thing which then develops into a "is society that much like a herd of cows" and then it comes full circle and finishes where it began.
It's worth a listen. I, myself, have heard it twice now and both times combined were well spent.
Trite. Un-original. Disappointing. Predictable. If this audiobook was playing over the intercom system on an auto-pilot guided flight with no one aboard, only vapors in the tanks and engines burning out--I would gladly force the yoke forward and rocket myself terra-bound, but I do not believe the final moments would pass quickly enough to end my suffering. Gilbert Gottfried doing a one-man production of "Little Women," is more appealing than the thought of listening to Survivor again.
Same character archetypes as in many other Chuck's books. Same nihilistic ennui and dull, achingly obvious reveals.
Some ideas are best kept scribbled on napkins and not graced with a cover and space on a bookshelf, let alone an audiobook production.
Mountain biking, surfing, skiing, literature, philosophy, psychology, theology and my ipod.
I enjoy the cynical, humourous and nihilistic writings of Kurt Vonnegut and Cormack Mcarthy because they entertain, contain characters of interest, and have clever writing and even some good plots. None of these qualities are available with Palahniuk--just gobs of nihilistic sociopathy with no apparent redeeming value. I must admit that I stopped after 4 chapters--couldn't take any more. Since the story is a terrorist's story told on a black box tape, I thought early on that the terrorist's plot would be foiled if I just stopped listening. Obviously some people were able to stomach the whole enchilada--maybe there is redemption in there somewhere, but it was intolerable for me. Good luck if you take this ride.
At first, Fertility struck me as an odd name. Then, there was Gwen. Then Chuck gave us Tender Branson. Tender? It IS Palahniuk after all so in his second novel, why not. Often, I fall asleep to the "voice" of Tender Branson. A side affect of listening to every title (with the exception of two) is that not only is Palahniuk my favorite writer of fiction but it's just scary with the narrator of every title. Each narrator is JUST THAT GOOD. With Palahniuk, every narrator is perfect (I exclude Diary for reasons obvious if one would listen to the sample). As a result, Tender Branson has me imagining suicide. He is now perfectly etched into my brain by Paul Garcia as was Carl Streator courtesy of Richard Poe etc. I feel as if I am listening to the flight recorder of flight 2039 aka Tender Branson, my savior from very common living. Somehow I am sad. Not just a little but very deeply saddened and somehow feel so much like a fly on the wall of the Sherri's restaurant in Spokane. I'm the wedding coordinator providing the "other" type of sandwich during half-time in New Orleans. Hell, call me Trisha! This IS fiction but it feels so very real. Even laughing through some of the ridiculous home care antics of Tender it feels so real. For the record, I will NOT be killing myself anytime soon but this is how real the teleprompter at my appearance which allows me to write this review is that I would highly recommend this listen to any Palahniuk fan. Finally, it's so good I am afraid to even allow "Haunted" onto my iPod, ever. I would however like Audible to add Fight Club and the soon to come Snuff to the list for those of us on the hunt for all things Palahniuk.
Literary graduate and published columnist turned glorified grease monkey.
I believe if you don't have anything good to say, you shouldn't say anything. But I must speak up here. In fact this is my first ever negative review. I really tried to like this book because I loved Fight Club, but this one crossed the line for me. the author tries to make fun of depression and tries to show the humour in someone who tries to convince others to commit suicide and after so much of it, it just wasn't funny. The narrator is completely monotone throughout and the story is very slow and quite depressing. I actually regret buying it.
This was a book I picked up on sale with Audible. Years ago I bought it but never got around to reading it. It was about time I listened to it and boy was I glad I did! Survivor by Chuck Palahnicuk’s dry humor is dark, twisted, and I couldn’t put it down. I wasn’t expecting to be quite so blown away by this book, but none the less it left me buying a new Palahniuk book. I’d read Fight Club ages ago and wasn’t left as satisfied as my friends. But Survivor was a breath of fresh dark humored air.
The book opens with Tender Branson, the last surviving member of the Creedish Death Cult, dictating his life story into Flight 2039’s black box recorder. He tells us this plane will crash in the Australian outback, but not before he has the chance to tell us his whole story starting with chapter 43. From the beginning to the very last page, I was on edge dying to know what would happen next. Where would this book take me?
If you don’t mind a dark plot, social commentary on fame, the media, and those who are spotlight drawn, then this book might just be for you. If you don’t like those things but you enjoy something that will keep you guessing, I’d recommend reading it anyway.
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