Palahniuk's new book, Snuff, came in earlier this week. Via courier. From amazon. Very weird, that.

The book is ... I dunno. It's not bad. It's somewhat entertaining. But it feels like a half-assed effort, compared to Rant (which actually felt like a Work as opposed to this, which in the author's words is just a "fast, dirty book").

I'm not sure I'd recommend anyone bother reading it, honestly. Unless you aren't tired yet of Palahniuk talking about sex juice, in which case, this is all for you.

Or if you need 101 ways to refer to masturbation. Never know when that level of uniqueness might be socially useful.