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- Verlag: Doubleday (1. Mai 2007)
- Sprache: Englisch
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Chuck Palahniuk is, of course, best known for Fight Club, a remarkable novel which gave rise to an equally remarkable movie. As a writer, his specialty has been in having no speciality -- other than that of refusing to conform to any expectations readers might have of him. Except in one regard: a book by Palahniuk will be edgy, dark and iconoclastic. Which is very much the case with Rant, The Oral History of Buster Casey. This is a novel that leaves the reader notably off-kilter for a number of reasons; its coal-black vision of a society in a state of near savagery and its sardonically funny approach to the scabrous narrative. The ‘Oral History’ here relates to Buster ‘Rant’ Casey -- and the picture we receive of him is conveyed through a motley group of enemies, friends, relations and sexual partners. Through their wildly differing accounts, we build up a picture of a very unusual man indeed: a charismatic, sinister figure with a predilection for one recreational drug (the main component of which is rabies, no less). His other substance-of-choice (in terms of highly dangerous stimulants) is the venom of a black widow spider (for its aphrodisiac qualities). Living in a small town which is barely civilised (and the passages relating to this bizarre locale are conveyed in Palahniuk’s most phantasmagorical writing), Rant opts to strike out for the big town, and quickly establishes himself at the head honcho of an urban demolition derby which goes by the name of ‘Party Crashing’. The group, on selected nights, conducts a demented game of lethal dodgems, seeking out each other in cars to bring about satisfying motorway mayhem. And in the midst of this madness, Rant, a truly toxic figure, is spreading a variety of very nasty things among those he encounters.
This is nothing less than a vision of society plunged into insanity, with every comforting conventional aspect ruthlessly torn away. It's futuristic, it's very dark, and it's very funny. And (as the foregoing might suggest) it is most definitely not for those who like their literature sedate and unshocking. And in that way, of course, it's a typical Chuck Palahniuk novel. --Barry Forshaw -- Dieser Text bezieht sich auf eine andere Ausgabe: Taschenbuch .
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In his eighth novel, Palahniuk uses a new form--oral history--to revisit the themes that have always informed his oeuvre. Buster "Rant" Casey, a naturopathic serial killer, is dead, and those who survive him--family, friends, enemies, and hangers-on--are trying to make sense of the void left by his passing. Perhaps offering a meditation on celebrity, the author explores the topics that have always intrigued him: uniqueness and belonging, cross-generational panic, the search for authenticity, and the consume-or-die worldview. If this suggests that Palahniuk's biggest influence here is himself, this Tom Sawyer on methamphetamine (the first 100 pages depict Casey's boyhood as a poison-obsessed, priapic Pied Piper) belies the influence of William S. Burroughs (in its satire of boys'-own adventures), William Gibson (characters "boost" each others' neural transcripts of lived experience), and J. G. Ballard (Casey's clique crashes cars in order to feel more alive). Outrageous but not quite over the top, full of energetic humor, Rant (Casey's nickname is said to be onomatopoeic for the sound of children vomiting) is a memorable portrait of the cults that gather around authentically different people and a portrait of dystopia that feels unsettlingly contemporary. Palahniuk is no Studs Terkel, but Terkel's heartland probably looks more like Palahniuk's nowadays. Keir Graff
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Keiner ist so hart, direkt, brutal, sarkastisch, zynisch und dennoch gleichzeitig so zutreffend, gesellschaftskritisch und anspruchsvoll wie Chuck Palahniuk. Der amerikanische Autor hat mit Fight Club eines der Meisterwerke des ausgehenden 20. Jahrhunderts geschaffen, welches aufgrund der Verfilmung mit Brad Pitt und Edward Norton in den Hauptrollen in das Bewusstsein einer breiten Öffentlichkeit gelangt ist. Mit den ebenso genialischen Romanen Survivor und Invisible Monsters hat Palahniuk bewiesen, dass er mitnichten als Eintagsfliege zu betrachten ist. 2007 hat er mit "Rant" einen Roman veröffentlicht, der schlicht und einfach atemberaubend ist und ohne Probleme die Klasse und Genialität seiner Vorgänger erreicht und stellenweise sogar noch übertrifft.
"Rant" dreht sich um die Lebensgeschichte von Buster 'Rant' Casey, der in einer amerikanischen Kleinstadt aufwächst, sich als Hobby von Schlangen, Skorpionen und vielen anderen Tieren beißen lässt, sich dabei mit Tollwut infiziert, seine gesamte Umgebung mit der Krankheit ansteckt, als junger Mann in die Großstadt geht und dort zu einer Ikone des Party Crashing avanciert und dabei, soviel weiß der Leser gleich zu Beginn des Romans, zu Tode kommt. Ziel von Party Crashing ist es, andere teilnehmende Autos von hinten zu rammen und zu beschädigen, wobei jedoch bestimmte Regeln einzuhalten sind. "Rant" wird aus der Perspektive von rund 50 Charakteren erzählt, die mehr oder weniger mit Buster Casey in Kontakt standen. So entfaltet sich vor den Augen des Lesers eine schier unglaubliche Geschichte, die einem vor allem im abschließenden Drittel mit unfassbaren Wendungen vom Hocker haut.
"The future you have tomorrow won't be the same future you had yesterday" (18). Gleich zu Beginn des Romans wird dieses Credo von Casey formuliert. Was für eine unglaubliche Geschichte dahinter steht, offenbart sich erst im weiteren Verlauf des Buches. Bis dahin begeistert der Roman mit seinen direkten und kraftvollen Aussagen aufgrund derer einige Kritiker Palahniuk eines destruktiven Nihilismus bezichtigten und dabei übersahen, dass jede Kritik, will sie wahrgenommen werden, so klar wie möglich formuliert werden muss, um die Massen zu erreichen: "Rant goes, 'Really truly with her whole heart, does she hate somebody?' I go, does't Rant mean mean 'love'? And Rant shrugs and says, 'Ain't it the same thing?'" (153) Und wenig später gibt ein Teilnehmer von Party Crashing eine philosophisch fundierte Antwort, warum er sich mit Leidenschaft dieser Form der Freizeitbeschäftigung hingibt: "I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact" (171).
Fazit: Auf der Buchrückseite wird "Rant" als "Fight Club on Wheels" bezeichnet und dies ist zumindestens teilweise zutreffend. Buster Casey erinnert in seiner prophetischen Art in der Tat etwas an Tylor Durden, der Messiasfigur aus "Fight Club". Und auch die Plotentwicklung ist ähnlich spektakulär, wenn auch auf völlig andere Art und Weise. "Rant" ist ein kleines Meisterwerk, welches die Generation Fight Club begeistern wird.
"Rant" dreht sich um die Lebensgeschichte von Buster 'Rant' Casey, der in einer amerikanischen Kleinstadt aufwächst, sich als Hobby von Schlangen, Skorpionen und vielen anderen Tieren beißen lässt, sich dabei mit Tollwut infiziert, seine gesamte Umgebung mit der Krankheit ansteckt, als junger Mann in die Großstadt geht und dort zu einer Ikone des Party Crashing avanciert und dabei, soviel weiß der Leser gleich zu Beginn des Romans, zu Tode kommt. Ziel von Party Crashing ist es, andere teilnehmende Autos von hinten zu rammen und zu beschädigen, wobei jedoch bestimmte Regeln einzuhalten sind. "Rant" wird aus der Perspektive von rund 50 Charakteren erzählt, die mehr oder weniger mit Buster Casey in Kontakt standen. So entfaltet sich vor den Augen des Lesers eine schier unglaubliche Geschichte, die einem vor allem im abschließenden Drittel mit unfassbaren Wendungen vom Hocker haut.
"The future you have tomorrow won't be the same future you had yesterday" (18). Gleich zu Beginn des Romans wird dieses Credo von Casey formuliert. Was für eine unglaubliche Geschichte dahinter steht, offenbart sich erst im weiteren Verlauf des Buches. Bis dahin begeistert der Roman mit seinen direkten und kraftvollen Aussagen aufgrund derer einige Kritiker Palahniuk eines destruktiven Nihilismus bezichtigten und dabei übersahen, dass jede Kritik, will sie wahrgenommen werden, so klar wie möglich formuliert werden muss, um die Massen zu erreichen: "Rant goes, 'Really truly with her whole heart, does she hate somebody?' I go, does't Rant mean mean 'love'? And Rant shrugs and says, 'Ain't it the same thing?'" (153) Und wenig später gibt ein Teilnehmer von Party Crashing eine philosophisch fundierte Antwort, warum er sich mit Leidenschaft dieser Form der Freizeitbeschäftigung hingibt: "I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact" (171).
Fazit: Auf der Buchrückseite wird "Rant" als "Fight Club on Wheels" bezeichnet und dies ist zumindestens teilweise zutreffend. Buster Casey erinnert in seiner prophetischen Art in der Tat etwas an Tylor Durden, der Messiasfigur aus "Fight Club". Und auch die Plotentwicklung ist ähnlich spektakulär, wenn auch auf völlig andere Art und Weise. "Rant" ist ein kleines Meisterwerk, welches die Generation Fight Club begeistern wird.
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Palahniuk's latest book offers enjoyable hours of reading. His writing style is totally different, than what I've ever read & very funny. And yes! this book as well has multiple "wow" moments... non of which are predictable.
I give 4 instead of 5 stars, due to the diversity of the themes Palahniuk tangles together.it tends to get a bit too chaotic.....but in the very end it all makes sense, and even if it doesnt...its hilarious...
an inspiration for revolution!
if you like his previous books, you may love it!
and either ways...this is one damn-good work... ingenious way of writing!!!!
I give 4 instead of 5 stars, due to the diversity of the themes Palahniuk tangles together.it tends to get a bit too chaotic.....but in the very end it all makes sense, and even if it doesnt...its hilarious...
an inspiration for revolution!
if you like his previous books, you may love it!
and either ways...this is one damn-good work... ingenious way of writing!!!!
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I've heard it said that there are no new ideas left in the world. The proliferation of movie remakes, regurgitated pop music, and Danielle Steele novels certainly add to this argument. Even in "Rant," Palahniuk's latest novel, you won't see anything that hasn't already been covered by Sartre, Camus, or The Terminator. The thing about Palahniuk (and other brilliant writers like David Mitchell, Craig Clevenger, and Jonathan Lethem) is that while the message may not be all that new, the manner in which it is told is nothing short of stunning.
If you're paying close enough attention, Palahniuk gives away almost the entire story in the first four pages, and he drops plenty of hints along the way for those who still haven't caught on. "Rant" is about, alternately, an underground cult of car crashers, a rabies epidemic, the true essence of religion, and a guy named Buster Casey who is addicted to spider bites. Like his other novels, Palahniuk employs an encyclopedic knowledge of the macabre. His spare, punching prose ties together a medley of ideas and facts until what you're left with is a dizzying collage that is so kaleidoscopic, it'll probably take you three reads just to get half of what he's saying.
And he says a lot, in spite of the low page count. Some of "Rant," in fact, might feel rewarmed to the hardcore Palahniuk fan. A character named Echo Lawrence makes her money by exploiting the same weaknesses manipulated by Choke's Victor Mancini. Buster's physical immolations recall Shannon McFarland's reality-enhancing disfigurement from Invisible Monsters. And the whole idea of Party Crashing (an underground cult of Nighttimers who get their kicks by intentionally hunting down and wrecking into each other) is an obvious off-shoot of Fight Club's nihilistic pugilism (an observation that is actually made by Palahniuk himself, three-quarters through the book).
While those past books were great in their own ways (although "Choke" was a bit more mainstream than usual), they were also all pretty single-minded of purpose. In "Rant," Palahniuk's blistering pen stabs into several themes -- population control, theistic iconography, segregation, and (of course) life as a diversion from reality, the theft of existence by a society that is happier with blunted and denuded entertainments than with the raw, sometimes poisonous, bite of true, fully aware experience. Most Eastern philosophies are all about achieving true consciousness through an elevation of the mind; Palahniuk wants the same thing, but his methods of transcendence involve far more noise, chaos, and pain.
If it sounds confusing, it is, but the real brilliance (and -- believe it or not -- beauty) of "Rant" is how all of these themes dissolve into one another. There is no clutter here, in spite of the density of the words. The fact that the book is arranged in the form of an oral biography -- told exclusively through snippets of interviews and recorded information -- only adds to the story's web-like framework, highlights each dark, glistening strand.
"Rant" is a lot of things. It is part Strange Days, part Perfume, and part Cronenberg's Crash. It is half a condemnation of a spirit-deadening world, and half a celebration of it. It's morbid, grotesque, unsettling, evocative, and sometimes just plain hilarious.
It's Palahniuk. What more can I say?
If you're paying close enough attention, Palahniuk gives away almost the entire story in the first four pages, and he drops plenty of hints along the way for those who still haven't caught on. "Rant" is about, alternately, an underground cult of car crashers, a rabies epidemic, the true essence of religion, and a guy named Buster Casey who is addicted to spider bites. Like his other novels, Palahniuk employs an encyclopedic knowledge of the macabre. His spare, punching prose ties together a medley of ideas and facts until what you're left with is a dizzying collage that is so kaleidoscopic, it'll probably take you three reads just to get half of what he's saying.
And he says a lot, in spite of the low page count. Some of "Rant," in fact, might feel rewarmed to the hardcore Palahniuk fan. A character named Echo Lawrence makes her money by exploiting the same weaknesses manipulated by Choke's Victor Mancini. Buster's physical immolations recall Shannon McFarland's reality-enhancing disfigurement from Invisible Monsters. And the whole idea of Party Crashing (an underground cult of Nighttimers who get their kicks by intentionally hunting down and wrecking into each other) is an obvious off-shoot of Fight Club's nihilistic pugilism (an observation that is actually made by Palahniuk himself, three-quarters through the book).
While those past books were great in their own ways (although "Choke" was a bit more mainstream than usual), they were also all pretty single-minded of purpose. In "Rant," Palahniuk's blistering pen stabs into several themes -- population control, theistic iconography, segregation, and (of course) life as a diversion from reality, the theft of existence by a society that is happier with blunted and denuded entertainments than with the raw, sometimes poisonous, bite of true, fully aware experience. Most Eastern philosophies are all about achieving true consciousness through an elevation of the mind; Palahniuk wants the same thing, but his methods of transcendence involve far more noise, chaos, and pain.
If it sounds confusing, it is, but the real brilliance (and -- believe it or not -- beauty) of "Rant" is how all of these themes dissolve into one another. There is no clutter here, in spite of the density of the words. The fact that the book is arranged in the form of an oral biography -- told exclusively through snippets of interviews and recorded information -- only adds to the story's web-like framework, highlights each dark, glistening strand.
"Rant" is a lot of things. It is part Strange Days, part Perfume, and part Cronenberg's Crash. It is half a condemnation of a spirit-deadening world, and half a celebration of it. It's morbid, grotesque, unsettling, evocative, and sometimes just plain hilarious.
It's Palahniuk. What more can I say?
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Thought-provoking postmodern experiment in storytelling
31. Mai 2007
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Chuck is back! I can happily and unreservedly recommend "Rant" -- to fans of Palahniuk, that is.
After "Haunted", which had many interesting moments, but which otherwise failed to really come together for me, "Rant" is a satisfying, interesting, challenging read. The narrative structure is definitely different, taking the form of transcripts from oral interviews about a character who's no longer on the stage to represent himself. As a result, what you get is a tangled projection, at times incomplete and often contradictory, of that central character, as seen through the eyes of the people who knew him. And by the way, this narrative technique subtly echoes the neural transcripts described *within* the story.
As the story progresses (NO SPOILERS), it gradually undertakes a systematic deconstruction and reconstruction of the character of Buster Casey, which continues to evolve in unexpected ways throughout. The nice thing about this process is that it makes you keep returning (in your mind) to previous points in the narrative, realizing they didn't mean quite what you thought at the time.
There's also the unique metaphor of "boosting peaks", and once you've read the book, you'll see how that metaphor applies to the perceptual process of reading Rant's story through the senses of people *other* than Rant himself. There's also the metaphor of the car salesman -- in which Wallace Boyer is essentially a representative of the author, Chuck Palahniuk, himself. Like Boyer, Palahniuk carefully, and skillfully, directs readers through a series of "control questions", "embedded commands", and "pacing", taking them exactly and only where he wants them to go.
The novel explores some big, mind-bending ideas, too, all with a vintage Palahniuk backdrop. Surreal touches like the "Sex Tornado", "Animal Fishing", and "Party Crashing" will remind you of other Palahniuk novels, while the voices of the characters in "Rant" are rather different. They remind me of the characters in Mark Richard's "The Ice at the Bottom of the World", which I've also reviewed (and this is meant as a very favorable comparison). Other aspects remind me of the postmodern elements of a Don DeLillo. Also, because of the narrative structure, the novel is *all dialogue*, and no description (except for what you get in dialogue). It's a little bit more like a play than a novel in that way. Very interesting, and usually successful.
An added bonus: Palahniuk manages to put a reference to his own "Fight Club" into the novel, evoking it as a cultural artifact in the world Rant Casey inhabits.
After "Haunted", which had many interesting moments, but which otherwise failed to really come together for me, "Rant" is a satisfying, interesting, challenging read. The narrative structure is definitely different, taking the form of transcripts from oral interviews about a character who's no longer on the stage to represent himself. As a result, what you get is a tangled projection, at times incomplete and often contradictory, of that central character, as seen through the eyes of the people who knew him. And by the way, this narrative technique subtly echoes the neural transcripts described *within* the story.
As the story progresses (NO SPOILERS), it gradually undertakes a systematic deconstruction and reconstruction of the character of Buster Casey, which continues to evolve in unexpected ways throughout. The nice thing about this process is that it makes you keep returning (in your mind) to previous points in the narrative, realizing they didn't mean quite what you thought at the time.
There's also the unique metaphor of "boosting peaks", and once you've read the book, you'll see how that metaphor applies to the perceptual process of reading Rant's story through the senses of people *other* than Rant himself. There's also the metaphor of the car salesman -- in which Wallace Boyer is essentially a representative of the author, Chuck Palahniuk, himself. Like Boyer, Palahniuk carefully, and skillfully, directs readers through a series of "control questions", "embedded commands", and "pacing", taking them exactly and only where he wants them to go.
The novel explores some big, mind-bending ideas, too, all with a vintage Palahniuk backdrop. Surreal touches like the "Sex Tornado", "Animal Fishing", and "Party Crashing" will remind you of other Palahniuk novels, while the voices of the characters in "Rant" are rather different. They remind me of the characters in Mark Richard's "The Ice at the Bottom of the World", which I've also reviewed (and this is meant as a very favorable comparison). Other aspects remind me of the postmodern elements of a Don DeLillo. Also, because of the narrative structure, the novel is *all dialogue*, and no description (except for what you get in dialogue). It's a little bit more like a play than a novel in that way. Very interesting, and usually successful.
An added bonus: Palahniuk manages to put a reference to his own "Fight Club" into the novel, evoking it as a cultural artifact in the world Rant Casey inhabits.
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This guy is so strange
9. August 2008
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I thought it was excellent. Ye sit took awhile to get rolling and it was a touch confusing trying to see where it would lead. But the last 1/4 of the book was impossible to put down. Palanhiuk's standard twists and turns are all there.
Well worth the read.
Well worth the read.
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