Fight Club 2
Fight Club was published in 1996 and filmed by David Fincher in 1999. If Shakespeare can rewrite the assassination of Julius Caesar, then Chuck Palahniuk can borrow from the rise of National Socialism. Writers rip off history all the time. Adolf Hitler’s employment of thugs and terrorists under the command of pederast Ernst Roehm and his butch homosexual Brown Shirts makes a marvelous story. Right? Why not? It’s one to be told and retold with admiration, right? Something to make the boys grow up straight and tall, right?
Maybe Palahniuk thought he was writing about masculinity in an overly-feminized world, not about the need for anti-Jewish conspiracies that will bring down credit rating institutions. We’ll overlook that the moment in the film when a number of Project Mayhem thugs assault a tuxedoed man in a men’s room, a man Fincher cast as an actor with a large, hook nose.
Probably coincidence.
The Cassandrist does not suggest that Chuck Palahniuk is a Nazi. Would not dream of it. Maybe he is just a self-denying gay descendant of Cossacks whose favorite subject is a mangled cock. Try his short story, “Guts.” Try not to puke. Be a man! In the film, all those threats of castration, guys with testicular cancer growing breasts, a protagonist who initially thinks his life is about interior decoration…the characters keep pushing guns in each other’s mouths.
It’s uplifting. This stuff wins literary awards!
Which is why we needed to have an Xbox game called Fight Club. Adolescent boys up to the age of 40 require reminders of what is important to men. Fight Club is about the evils of consumerism, and we sell the shit out of it to mush-heads who cannot think for themselves and know less than bubblefuck about history.
The sales pitch? Be a man, Beat on each other, blame others for failure, and band together in groups of at least ten to terrorize one enemy at a time.
Dickiness = New Fascism.
New Fascism prepares the end of democracy. Don’t doubt it.
—The Cassandrist
