Chuck Palahniuk, the bestselling author of Fight Club , Choke , and Lullaby continues his twenty-first-century reinvention of the horror novel in this scary and profound look at our quest for some sort of immortality.
Diary takes the form of a “coma diary” kept by one Misty Tracy Wilmot as her husband lies senseless in a hospital after a suicide a...
Chuck Palahniuk, the bestselling author of Fight Club , Choke , and Lullaby continues his twenty-first-century reinvention of the horror novel in this scary and profound look at our quest for some sort of immortality.
Diary takes the form of a “coma diary” kept by one Misty Tracy Wilmot as her husband lies senseless in a hospital after a suicide attempt. Once she was an art student dreaming of creativity and freedom; now, after marrying Peter at school and being brought back to once quaint, now tourist-overrun Waytansea Island, she’s been reduced to the condition of a resort hotel maid. Peter, it turns out, has been hiding rooms in houses he’s remodeled and scrawling vile messages all over the walls—an old habit of builders but dramatically overdone in Peter’s case. Angry homeowners are suing left and right, and Misty’s dreams of artistic greatness are in ashes. But then, as if possessed by the spirit of Maura Kinkaid, a fabled Waytansea artist of the nineteenth century, Misty begins painting again, compulsively. But can her newly discovered talent be part of a larger, darker plan? Of course it can …
Diary is a dark, hilarious, and poignant act of storytelling from America’s favorite, most inventive nihilist. It is Chuck Palahniuk’s finest novel yet.
And she looked at Peter and said,"My name's Misty,"and she held out her hand.
And slow,Peter's eyes still on hers,her reached uo and opened the slasp behind the brooch.
His fave winced,every muscle pulled tight foe a second.His eyes sewed shut with wrinkles,he pulled the long pin out of his sweater.Out of his chest.
Out of your chest.Smeared with your blood.
He snapped the pin clised and put the brooch in her palm.
He said,"So,you want to marry me ?"
He said this like a challenge,like he was picking a fight,like a gauntlet thrown down at her feet.Like a dare.A duel.His eyes handled her all over,her hair,her breates,her legs,her arms and hands.Like misty kleinman was the rest of his life.
Dear sweet Peter,can you feel this?
And the little trailer park idiot,she took the brooch (查看原文)
What you don't understand you can make mean anything. an inspiring story with great insights. We portrait other people based on our own understanding, we never really understand our own actions, we s...What you don't understand you can make mean anything. an inspiring story with great insights. We portrait other people based on our own understanding, we never really understand our own actions, we sacrifice for all the wrong reasons...(展开)
What you don't understand you can make mean anything. an inspiring story with great insights. We portrait other people based on our own understanding, we never really understand our own actions, we s...What you don't understand you can make mean anything. an inspiring story with great insights. We portrait other people based on our own understanding, we never really understand our own actions, we sacrifice for all the wrong reasons...(展开)
quite disappointing end indeed .所以人生是个环咯，最后放下的倒是有点合理/"What she learned is what she always learns. Plato was right. We are all of us immortal. We couldn't die if we wanted to."
even as Chuck's fervent fan, I can't say this is good work. The technics are still good, the writing itself superb, all the word play, the lovely chuck-style rhythm and melody...problem is the story itself isn't exactly unique (perhaps even borders on 'che...
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It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace. We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit. You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life. Everyone's in th...
2015-10-18 04:07:141人喜欢
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.
You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.
Everyone's in their own personal coma.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.
For the record, knowing when people are only pretending to like you isn't such a great skill to have.
You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying.
Angel says that rich people don't like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn't pretty and perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.
you're doomed at being you.
The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.
If you're not drunk and half naked by this point, you're not paying attention.
Just for the record, being smeared with shit and naked in the wilderness, spattered with pink vomit, this does not necessarily make you a real artist.
You'll need to suffer to make any real art.
Where every day doesn't start with an alarm clock and end with the television.
A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.
Many people have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.
She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.
Suffering is key to inspiration.
And she looked at Peter and said,"My name's Misty,"and she held out her hand. And slow,Peter's eyes still on hers,her reached uo and opened the slasp behind the brooch. His fave winced,every muscle pulled tight foe a second.His eyes sewed shut with wrinkles,he pulled the long pin out of his sweater.Out of his chest. Out of your chest.Smeared with your blood. He snapped the pin clised and put th...
2014-04-16 16:35:11
And she looked at Peter and said,"My name's Misty,"and she held out her hand.
And slow,Peter's eyes still on hers,her reached uo and opened the slasp behind the brooch.
His fave winced,every muscle pulled tight foe a second.His eyes sewed shut with wrinkles,he pulled the long pin out of his sweater.Out of his chest.
Out of your chest.Smeared with your blood.
He snapped the pin clised and put the brooch in her palm.
He said,"So,you want to marry me ?"
He said this like a challenge,like he was picking a fight,like a gauntlet thrown down at her feet.Like a dare.A duel.His eyes handled her all over,her hair,her breates,her legs,her arms and hands.Like misty kleinman was the rest of his life.
Dear sweet Peter,can you feel this?
And the little trailer park idiot,she took the brooch引自 忘了
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace. We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit. You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life. Everyone's in th...
2015-10-18 04:07:141人喜欢
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.
You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.
Everyone's in their own personal coma.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.
For the record, knowing when people are only pretending to like you isn't such a great skill to have.
You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying.
Angel says that rich people don't like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn't pretty and perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.
you're doomed at being you.
The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.
If you're not drunk and half naked by this point, you're not paying attention.
Just for the record, being smeared with shit and naked in the wilderness, spattered with pink vomit, this does not necessarily make you a real artist.
You'll need to suffer to make any real art.
Where every day doesn't start with an alarm clock and end with the television.
A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.
Many people have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.
She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.
Suffering is key to inspiration.
And she looked at Peter and said,"My name's Misty,"and she held out her hand. And slow,Peter's eyes still on hers,her reached uo and opened the slasp behind the brooch. His fave winced,every muscle pulled tight foe a second.His eyes sewed shut with wrinkles,he pulled the long pin out of his sweater.Out of his chest. Out of your chest.Smeared with your blood. He snapped the pin clised and put th...
2014-04-16 16:35:11
And she looked at Peter and said,"My name's Misty,"and she held out her hand.
And slow,Peter's eyes still on hers,her reached uo and opened the slasp behind the brooch.
His fave winced,every muscle pulled tight foe a second.His eyes sewed shut with wrinkles,he pulled the long pin out of his sweater.Out of his chest.
Out of your chest.Smeared with your blood.
He snapped the pin clised and put the brooch in her palm.
He said,"So,you want to marry me ?"
He said this like a challenge,like he was picking a fight,like a gauntlet thrown down at her feet.Like a dare.A duel.His eyes handled her all over,her hair,her breates,her legs,her arms and hands.Like misty kleinman was the rest of his life.
Dear sweet Peter,can you feel this?
And the little trailer park idiot,she took the brooch引自 忘了
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace. We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit. You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life. Everyone's in th...
2015-10-18 04:07:141人喜欢
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.
You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.
Everyone's in their own personal coma.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.
For the record, knowing when people are only pretending to like you isn't such a great skill to have.
You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying.
Angel says that rich people don't like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn't pretty and perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.
you're doomed at being you.
The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.
If you're not drunk and half naked by this point, you're not paying attention.
Just for the record, being smeared with shit and naked in the wilderness, spattered with pink vomit, this does not necessarily make you a real artist.
You'll need to suffer to make any real art.
Where every day doesn't start with an alarm clock and end with the television.
A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.
Many people have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.
She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.
Suffering is key to inspiration.
And she looked at Peter and said,"My name's Misty,"and she held out her hand. And slow,Peter's eyes still on hers,her reached uo and opened the slasp behind the brooch. His fave winced,every muscle pulled tight foe a second.His eyes sewed shut with wrinkles,he pulled the long pin out of his sweater.Out of his chest. Out of your chest.Smeared with your blood. He snapped the pin clised and put th...
2014-04-16 16:35:11
And she looked at Peter and said,"My name's Misty,"and she held out her hand.
And slow,Peter's eyes still on hers,her reached uo and opened the slasp behind the brooch.
His fave winced,every muscle pulled tight foe a second.His eyes sewed shut with wrinkles,he pulled the long pin out of his sweater.Out of his chest.
Out of your chest.Smeared with your blood.
He snapped the pin clised and put the brooch in her palm.
He said,"So,you want to marry me ?"
He said this like a challenge,like he was picking a fight,like a gauntlet thrown down at her feet.Like a dare.A duel.His eyes handled her all over,her hair,her breates,her legs,her arms and hands.Like misty kleinman was the rest of his life.
Dear sweet Peter,can you feel this?
And the little trailer park idiot,she took the brooch引自 忘了
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And she looked at Peter and said,"My name's Misty,"and she held out her hand. And slow,Peter's eyes still on hers,her reached uo and opened the slasp behind the brooch. His fave winced,every muscle pulled tight foe a second.His eyes sewed shut with wrinkles,he pulled the long pin out of his sweater.Out of his chest. Out of your chest.Smeared with your blood. He snapped the pin clised and put th...
0 有用 Iris 2010-12-24 13:58:29
CP开始走下坡路了
0 有用 Panny 2016-10-09 14:30:09
What you don't understand you can make mean anything. an inspiring story with great insights. We portrait other people based on our own understanding, we never really understand our own actions, we s... What you don't understand you can make mean anything. an inspiring story with great insights. We portrait other people based on our own understanding, we never really understand our own actions, we sacrifice for all the wrong reasons... (展开)
0 有用 IrisY 2011-10-13 15:53:56
not as great as Fight Club and Choke... in my opinion, but definitely worth indulging.
0 有用 iano 2012-10-02 19:28:03
路上看得。我读过的最好的开头，之一。
0 有用 Phaedra 2013-10-14 17:52:39
看得好累。。。。。。但是终于看完了。故事太无趣。唯一的优点只是他的标志性遣词用句。
0 有用 Turefixfans 2021-06-10 22:24:32
看完fangfang diary拿本书标记一下，没有想象中的好或坏，比较流水账，个人情绪与道听途说的合集
0 有用 村上的男爵 2021-04-21 11:00:17
借标：diary of the move
0 有用 Panny 2016-10-09 14:30:09
What you don't understand you can make mean anything. an inspiring story with great insights. We portrait other people based on our own understanding, we never really understand our own actions, we s... What you don't understand you can make mean anything. an inspiring story with great insights. We portrait other people based on our own understanding, we never really understand our own actions, we sacrifice for all the wrong reasons... (展开)
0 有用 Y·Mo 2016-05-31 21:03:36
遣词造句依然很有趣，然而剧情已经大不如前
0 有用 菜花 2014-07-03 21:33:36
quite disappointing end indeed .所以人生是个环咯，最后放下的倒是有点合理/"What she learned is what she always learns. Plato was right. We are all of us immortal. We couldn't die if we wanted to."