The first season of "Twin Peaks" was ruined by Lynch with the following one, as he tried in every way to find logical explanations for a story that didn't need them, because no one is innocent in Twin Peaks (and that's enough): the latest Palahniuk runs along the same lines, with the difference that there are 3 acts instead of 2 [seasons].
And it goes downhill, or rather, it escalates. That's the problem: on one hand, we are faced with the most vintage and mature Palahniuk, who focuses on the subtleties that fully define a life (in this case, of a decaying celebrity), yet on the other, we have the pulp action (seasoned with errors that not even the most novice of crime writers would dare to commit, like avoiding describing the ending to summarize it effortlessly in a tacky paragraph) of the usual potboiler that Chuck strives to produce every year, since "Diary" onwards.
Is this what fans of the American writer expect? Probably. But then what is the purpose of writing from the author of "Choke" and "Fight Club"? It's a book you can read in two days, and for which I, due to end-of-summer-beginning-of-school, had to drag out the reading time, that's all, that's the only comment I feel like making.
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