slightly unearly

Chuck Palahniuk’s writing in “The Guts” grabs its readers by the balls and doesn’t let go until they’re swollen and bruised. Much like many other British transgressive authors, Palahniuk, to his advantage, lacks the reserve or common decency to censor himself. His thoughts, like a jail break, are freed and run rampantly on paper. With an objective to stun his audience and leave them staggering out of the room from listening to his hyper-descriptive of masturbation experiments gone wrong, Palahniuk takes the medal. His carelessness to conceal sensitive issues is Palahniuk’s advantage, and, like other British transgressive authors, he capitalizes on it, successfully.