dylansprayberryfans asked: Finish the sentence: It all started one day with a girl names Sarah who was too afraid to go out and make something of herself, so instead she asked Chuck Palahniuk for advice and he said....
… and he said, “What’s the worst thing that could happen to you?” Be honest and go into detail. Totally unpack what you fear will go wrong.
Anonymous asked: What gets you out of bed in the mornings?
Only the need to urinate.
four-gut asked: you said you suffered from insomnia. how do you deal with it?
Two strategies. First, get really cold — shaking cold — and as you warm in bed you’ll fall asleep. Second, limit your thoughts to images. Exclude all language. Visual walking through a house where you once lived, or a town. See things in a series, room by room, or street by street, but suppress any words that might enter your mind. This seems to work.
A friend swears by another method: Imagine everyone you love who’s died and force yourself into a crying jag. That’s supposed to work by exhausting your emotions.
If all else fails, pop some Ambien, drink a few gin-and-tonics, eat everything in the kitchen, and fall asleep filled with deep self hatred.
Anonymous asked: As I'm thinking of a phenomenal question to ask my favorite author, my mother downstairs is cooking lamb liver and kidneys and it smells sinfully good, albeit the thought of eating it disgusts me. Would you ever eat another human's body parts like in Haunted if ever the survival need arises?
I would eat Anne Coulter’s warm, luscious heart even if I wasn’t in the least bit hungry.
electri asked: How much do you love having to refer to yourself as "The guy who wrote fight club". Sidenote-went to one of your readings recently and caught a dismembered arm, best literary event i've ever been to.
Hey, the book and movie of ‘Fight Club’ bought me my freedom from slavery. I can never resent that. And, yeah, the events are getting to be almost as much fun as the writing. Almost. Once I’m dead, put the arm on Ebay. What you own ends up owning you… right?
That said, I need to do laundry and get dinner started. I’ll check back tomorrow morning (Pacific Standard Time).
( the stream is now playing “We Got the Beat” by the Go-gos. time for another dance segment ) good night.
moaningatmidnight asked: Hello, Chuck. You're always been one of my favorite writers, and your works haunt me in a good way. I was wondering how much research goes into your works? I know some of it is auto-biographical or stories heard from other people so not a lot of research is required there, but for example for books which may require a bit more like, "Snuff". And was the inspiration for it instantaneous after hearing about Annabel Chong, or did it come gradually?
The original kernel of that story came via Monica Drake, who told me about the Annabel Chong documentary. Beyond that, I was fascinated with David Foster Wallace’s fascination with the production of pornography. Writers are such voyeurs, and it seems that Wallace researched and wanted to report on the growing porn industry, but never produced any results. Porn so seems like the Elephant In The Room We Can’t Discuss. I’d love, like DFW would’ve loved, to spend a week at the Kink.com building in San Francisco and witness what might be the newest forms of psychological therapy or religion taking shape. Modern B&D porn appears to require entry and exit interviews with the participants to disprove the idea that they didn’t consent to the activity. It’s those “Dude, I loved getting gang raped!” interviews that seem like a candid, fresh form of talk therapy.