You’ve read this before.
True fact.
In this age of “Going Green”, where recycling is chic, Chuck Palahniuk is the uncrowned King of Fiction. Palahniuk’s latest novel Snuff is nothing new. Sure, the premise might be different—there probably aren’t too many novels out there about washed up porn queens going for the world’s largest gangbang record—and Snuff further cements Palahniuk’s boner for the bizarre. And sure, his sense of humor is still in tactless tact. But if you’ve read any of Palahniuk’s novels before you’ve already read this book.
True fact.
Four characters alternate …