hebrew hammer wrote: Someone mentioned Palahniauk (sp?) I think that'san excellent example as well, he relies on the fact that people love to be disgusted to sell books. At first I really like his stuff, but now he's just trying to hard.
I mentioned him because, up until Diary
, his books were really formulaic. Weird, but formulaic. Basically, he starts at the end of the story with a really bizarre situation and then spends the rest of the book describing how you got there, which is pretty gimmicky. That holds true for Fight Club, Invisible Monsters, Survivor, Lullaby
, maybe others. With that, and his kind of shocky/pulpy, plot-driven books that I can generally read between lunch and dinner on a Saturday, I thought he fit pretty well within the dick-lit category.
I mentioned Hiassen at the same time because, although I've only read two of his books (Skinny Dip
and Sick Puppy
), they're basically the same book. Almost character for character and plot point for plot point. Hiassen and Pahlaniuk are both fun, but they're not really high-minded stuff. I don't mean to be passing value judgements on their work here.