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Snuff
by Chuck Palahniuk
Disclaimer: I "read" this on audiobook. If you don't think that counts, quit reading now.
Synopsis: On the set of a porno where an aging porn star (think soon to be Jenna Jamieson) is taping her final grasp at a return, her coup de grace 600 man gang bang (the mind boggles) a different sort of plan is emerging. You see, it's entirely possible that she could die during the filming of a rare thing (no spoilers)at any, moment and for some of the "actors" (read guys who showed up that day) this is a good thing. The story is told for the perspective of men numbered #72, 137 and 600 and the handler/assistant to the porn star, Carrie Wright.
I liked this, but wanted to like it more. I knew what I was getting into from the start and I was neither shocked nor revolted by the glimpses into the industry and occasionally delighted; some of the insider beauty tips - drinking crushed eggshells to help deepen a female voice...and some of the ways that actors in the past destroyed themselves trying to attain beauty and perfection. That being said, I didn't think that it was that well-written. Of course part of this may have been that my enjoyment suffered from having listened to this after having read Fight Club, which was genius. However, I quickly got tired of the descriptions of the food on the buffet table which seemed to consist entirely of juvenile candy and barbecue flavored potato chips, the descriptions of the bathroom (one bathroom for 600 men, I get it, it's gross) and the author's endless, insipid porn titles (Slut on a hot tin roof, chitty chitty gang bang, etc.) I suppose I felt that this book could have been shortened by half and had been better. Still, a solid read that I recommend.
Synopsis: On the set of a porno where an aging porn star (think soon to be Jenna Jamieson) is taping her final grasp at a return, her coup de grace 600 man gang bang (the mind boggles) a different sort of plan is emerging. You see, it's entirely possible that she could die during the filming of a rare thing (no spoilers)at any, moment and for some of the "actors" (read guys who showed up that day) this is a good thing. The story is told for the perspective of men numbered #72, 137 and 600 and the handler/assistant to the porn star, Carrie Wright.
I liked this, but wanted to like it more. I knew what I was getting into from the start and I was neither shocked nor revolted by the glimpses into the industry and occasionally delighted; some of the insider beauty tips - drinking crushed eggshells to help deepen a female voice...and some of the ways that actors in the past destroyed themselves trying to attain beauty and perfection. That being said, I didn't think that it was that well-written. Of course part of this may have been that my enjoyment suffered from having listened to this after having read Fight Club, which was genius. However, I quickly got tired of the descriptions of the food on the buffet table which seemed to consist entirely of juvenile candy and barbecue flavored potato chips, the descriptions of the bathroom (one bathroom for 600 men, I get it, it's gross) and the author's endless, insipid porn titles (Slut on a hot tin roof, chitty chitty gang bang, etc.) I suppose I felt that this book could have been shortened by half and had been better. Still, a solid read that I recommend.