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Chuck Palahniuk (Charles Michael "Chuck" Palahniuk). Contemporary American writer and journalist. He is best known as the author of the book “Fight Club,” which was adapted into a film of the same name in 1999. He is called the "king of counterculture."

Regarding the pronunciation of the surname: once, when the future writer was still a child, Chuck’s parents took Chuck and his younger sister to the cemetery to show the grave of their grandparents. The children, seeing the names of their ancestors on the gravestones - Paula and Nick - were very happy, and from then on they began to pronounce their surname - Palahniuk - in exactly this way: “Pola-Nick”. (This was also reflected in the established spelling of the surname in Russian: at the whim of its first publishers, we now read books by an author named Palahniuk...)

Born in Pasco, Washington, USA. In 1986 he graduated from the Faculty of Journalism at the University of Oregon in the USA. While in college, he worked as an intern at National Public Radio's KLCC in Eugene, Oregon. He soon moved to Portland, where he wrote for a time for a local newspaper. He started working for Freijlinner as a diesel mechanic and wrote training manuals on truck repair. Wanting to do more with his life than just work, Palahniuk volunteered at a homeless shelter. After that, he worked as a volunteer at a hospice for some time. He was involved in transporting terminally ill people to so-called meetings. "support groups". Palahniuk quit his volunteer job after one of the people he had become especially close to died.

As an adult, Palahniuk became a member of the Cacophony Society group and regularly took part in their events, including the Santa Rampage (a public Christmas party, the integral attribute of which is mass rioting and alcohol intoxication). Many of the stories described in his books, both fiction and non-fiction, are inspired by his involvement in the community.

Palahniuk began his writing career at the age of thirty. According to him, he began writing after attending a writing course taught by Tom Spaunbauer, where he went to make new friends. Spaunbaer greatly influenced Palahniuk's minimalist writing style. His first book, Insomnia: If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Already, was never published due to Polanik's disillusionment with the plot (a small portion of the book was later used in Fight Club).

“Fight Club” was written in my free time from working at Freijlinner. It was first published as a short story in the collection Pursuit of Hapiness (this story later became Chapter 6). Palahniuk then expanded it into a full-fledged novella. Contrary to expectations, the publisher wanted to publish it. The first edition of the book was quite successful, receiving positive reviews and several awards. Hollywood showed interest in her. In 1999, David Fincher directed the film. The film was a box office failure despite being No. 1 in the US in its first week of release. However, its cult status came after its release on DVD. After the film was released, the book was republished three times in 1999, 2004 (with a new foreword by the author) and in 2005 (with a new afterword).

In Russia, Palahniuk gained fame after the Russian premiere of “Fight Club.”

In 1999, an event occurred in Palahniuk’s life that influenced his further work. This year, his father Fred Palahniuk began dating a woman named Donna Fontaine. This woman sent her ex-boyfriend Dale Shackleford to prison for sexual assault. Shakeford vowed to kill Fontaine as soon as he was released from prison. After his release, Shackleford shot and killed Fred Palahniuk and Donna Fontaine, took their bodies to Fontaine's house and set it on fire. In the spring of 2001, Dale Shackleford was found guilty of double murder and sentenced to death. Following these events, Chuck Palahniuk began work on the book Lullaby; he claims that he wrote this novella to cope with the fact that he contributed to Shakeford's death sentence.

In 2001, Palahniuk wrote Choking, which became a #1 New York Times bestseller. In 2005, Palahniuk published two new books - “The Diary” (a surreal novel that takes the theme of the “mad artist” to a completely new level) and “Ghosts.”

Palahniuk now lives and works in Portland, Oregon.

Chuck Palahniuk

Doomed

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Life begins with predestination. Prologue

Posted by Leonard-Kladez

Good and evil have always existed. And they always will be. Only our stories about them are always changing.

In the sixth century BC, the Greek lawmaker Solon visited the Egyptian city of Sais and brought from there such a description of the end of the world. According to the prophecy of the priests of the Neith temple, flames and poisonous smoke will sweep across the Earth. One day and one night, the entire continent will perish in the depths of the sea, and the false messiah will lead the human race to destruction.

Egyptian seers predicted that the Apocalypse would begin on a quiet night on a hill overlooking the kingdom of Los Angeles. There, the ancient oracles sang, the lock will click. Among the walled mansions of Beverly Crest, a heavy bolt will move. As Solon recorded, the gates of the lattice gates will open wide. Below, the sleepy lands of Westwood, Brentwood and Santa Monica will await in a web of lanterns. And while the ticking of the last seconds before midnight melts in the air, only darkness and silence will reign behind the open gates, then the engine will rumble, and two lights will carry this sound along with them. And the gate will release the Lincoln, which will begin its leisurely journey down the serpentine road from the top of Hollywood Boulevard.

The night, as described in the ancient prophecy, is calm, without a breeze, and yet where a car slowly passes, a storm arises.

On the way from Beverly Crest to Hollywood Hills, the Lincoln stretches out: it is long and black, like the tongue of a strangled man. In the pink strokes of the street lamps, the car shines glossy, like a scarab crawling out of a tomb. And when she reaches Kings Road, the lights of Beverly Hills and Hancock Park shudder and go out: not house by house, but entire block by block; She passes Crescent Heights Boulevard - the Laurel Canyon area disappears: not only the light disappears, but also the noise and the sound of music. Every glimpse of the city is erased; the car slides down from Fairfax to Ogden Drive and Gardner Street. So darkness covers the city, following the luxurious Lincoln like a shadow.

And just like that, a fierce wind follows him. As foretold by the ancient priests, a whirlwind whips the plumes of the tall palm trees on Hollywood Boulevard, which sweep the sky. The branches whipping against each other throw down eerie, unclear figures that collapse onto the pavement with a squeal. These furiously beating little bodies with beady eyes and scaly snake tails are pounding on the Lincoln. They fall, squealing. Their claws scratch the air furiously. Their blows cannot penetrate the windshield - the glass is armored. The tires clatter against them, rubbing their flesh. These squealing, clinging silhouettes are rats. These little bodies flying to their doom are possums. Under the wheels, the woolen carpet explodes into scarlet splashes. The wipers wipe still warm blood from the windshield; crushed bones cannot pierce the tires - the rubber is also armored.

And the wind is so powerful that it sweeps right through the street and drags a load of mutilated vermin, pushing a wave of crippled ones straight behind the car as it enters Spalding Square. Lightning furrows split the sky, rain bombards the tiled roofs. Thunder explodes in a fanfare and rain falls on trash cans, soaking plastic bags and Styrofoam cups.

And the boulevard under the looming tower of the Roosevelt Hotel is deserted, and only the garbage army moves through the city, not noticing traffic lights and cars. The streets and crossroads are deserted. There is no one on the sidewalks, and, as promised by the ancient soothsayers, there is darkness in every window.

There are no airplane lights wandering in the boiling sky, the storm drains are choked, there are streams of water and wool all around. The roads are slippery from guts. Grauman's Chinese Theater is no longer Los Angeles, but chaos and carnage.

However, ahead, not far from the car, the neon signs are still burning; the only block of Hollywood Boulevard where the night is warm and calm. The rain does not fall on the sidewalk; the green awnings of the Musso and Frank restaurant hang motionless. There are no clouds in the sky above the local houses, and the moon peeks through this tunnel; the trees along the sidewalk do not move. The Lincoln's headlights are so splattered with red that they cast a trail of scarlet light in front of the car. These red rays snatch a young maiden from the darkness. She stands on the other side of the wax museum and here, in the middle of the eye of a terrible storm, looks at a star cast from pink concrete and recessed into the sidewalk. The girl wears sparkling cubic zirconia the size of a dime in her ears, and fake Manolo Blahniks on her feet. The straight skirt with soft folds and the cashmere sweater she wears are dry. Red curly hair falls heavily onto her shoulders.

The name on the star is Camilla Spencer, but the maiden is not Camilla Spencer.

A pink lump of dried gum, several more - pink, gray, green - stick to the sidewalk like an ugly scab. There are traces of teeth on them, and in addition, prints of soles. The young maiden picks at the lumps with the sharp nose of the fake “manolas” until she kicks the vile growths away with her foot, until the star becomes, if not completely clean, then at least a little cleaner.

In the bubble of a quiet, serene night, the maiden takes the hem of her skirt and brings it to her lips. She spits on the fabric, kneels down and polishes the name cast in brass and imprinted in pink concrete until it shines. When the Lincoln drives up to her, she stands up and walks around the star - with the reverence with which one walks around a grave. The girl has a pillowcase in one hand. Fingers - the white nail polish has peeled off - are clenched into a fist, the white fabric is pulled back with a load of chewing candies. In the other hand is a bitten Baby Ruth candy bar.

Teeth with porcelain crowns chew mechanically. A stripe of chocolate outlines plump, pouty lips. The Sais prophets warn: the beauty of this young woman is such that anyone who sees her will forget any pleasures other than food and sex. So attractive is its material form that the one who sees it becomes only skin and stomach. And the oracles sing that she is neither alive nor dead - neither mortal nor spirit.

The Lincoln, stopped at the side of the road, is oozing scarlet. The rear side window hums and rolls down slightly, and a voice comes from the luxurious interior. A male voice in the eye of the storm asks:

– Trick or treat?

On all sides, within a stone's throw, the night is seething behind an invisible wall.

The girl's lips, shiny with lipstick - scarlet-scarlet, a color called “manhunter,” her full lips smile. The air is so quiet that you can smell her perfume - a scent like flowers left in a tomb and dried under pressure for a thousand years. She clings to the glass and says:

- You are late. Tomorrow has already arrived. “She winks lustfully, slowly closing her eyelid in turquoise shadows, and asks: “What time is it?”

And it is clear that the man is drinking champagne: in this silence, even the bubbles burst loudly. And the watch on his wrist ticks loudly. And a voice from the car answers:

– It’s time for all the bad girls to go to bed.

The young woman sighs, now thoughtfully, licks her lips and smiles less confidently. Half-shy and half-submissively she says:

“It seems I broke my curfew.” I did something bad.

“Desecration can be wonderful,” the man replies. - As well as being desecrated.

Then the door of the Lincoln swings open in front of the girl, and she climbs inside without hesitation. And this door is a gate, soothsayers sing. And the machine is a gape devouring a treat. And the machine hides the maiden in its stomach, the inside of which is generously lined with velvet, like a coffin. The tinted glass, whirring, rises. The Lincoln is standing, steam is coming from the hood, the glossy body is shining. He now has a red fringe: a beard of coagulated blood grows along the edges. Crimson wheel tracks lead to where the car is parked. Behind her there is a storm, but here only the muffled rhythmic cries of a man can be heard. The ancients speak of them as meowing, like the squeak of crushed rats and mice.

There is silence, then the glass slides down again. Broken white nails are shown. The latex skin dangles in my fingers—a smaller version of a pillowcase, a heavily sagging bag. Its contents: something cloudy white. According to the latex shell - it is all in scarlet-scarlet lipstick – caramel and milk chocolate are smeared. Instead of throwing the bag into a ditch, the girl puts it to her lips and, exhaling, fills it with air, inflates it and deftly pulls the open end. This is how the midwife tightens the umbilical cord of the newborn. This is how a clown twists a knot in a balloon. She ties the inflated skin, sealing the milky contents inside, and begins to roll it up. She bends and twists until the tube in her hands takes the shape of a man: with two legs, two arms and a head. A voodoo doll. The size of a baby. She throws this disgusting creation, smeared with the sweetness from her lips, with a mysterious muddy liquid inside, into the center of the pink star waiting for it.

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About the book "Doomed" Chuck Palahniuk

Chuck Palahniuk is an American writer who gave the world the acclaimed novel Fight Club. A film of the same name was made based on it in 1999.

Palahniuk was born on February 21, 1962 in Washington state (USA). The writer has Ukrainian roots. His grandfather lived in Ukraine and emigrated to America in 1907.

In 1986, the future writer graduated from the University of Oregon and received a degree in journalism. As a student, Chuck Palahniuk worked as a radio intern. For some time he wrote articles for the newspaper. Later, when he got a job at Freightliner Trucks, a company specializing in the production of trucks, he wrote training manuals on equipment repair, while working as a journalist.

For some time the writer was a volunteer at a hospice. He helped transport terminally ill patients attending support groups. There he became friends with one of the patients. Having a hard time bearing his death, Palahniuk stops volunteering.

The novel "The Doomed" is a continuation of "The Damned" and belongs to the "Madison Spencer" series. Only in the previous work, the thirteen-year-old girl Madison goes to hell after her death. There she fights evil forces and tries to find answers to the questions that concern her. In "Doomed" the action takes place on Earth. The ghost girl watches how, after her death, she becomes the object of worship of many people. Millions of fans create a religion based on her “teachings” and see her as their savior.

The story details Madison's past. Reading about the girl’s life and her relationship with her parents, you involuntarily begin to empathize with her. The chapters are short in volume and do not bore you when reading. Each of them ends at the most interesting point, so the book can be read avidly.

In the work, the author tries to convey to the reader his vision of the world and where our society is heading. All this is described in his inimitable manner. For some, the book may seem heavy, but true fans of Palahniuk's work read it with rapture, like his other novels.

As in his other works, in The Doomed, Chuck Palahniuk could not resist describing severed body parts, leaking bodily fluids and ridiculing the primitive human essence. Many readers are struck by the unexpected ending of the novel. Apparently, it is not finished, and very soon we will be able to enjoy its continuation.

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Quotes from the book "Doomed" by Chuck Palahniuk

What two people don't say to each other binds them together more than being honest.

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The continuation of Chuck Palahniuk's novel "Cursed" - the story of the life and death of Madison Spencer.
“What if The Shawshank Redemption had a character from The Lovely Bones and it was all written by Judy Bloom?

Chuck Palahniuk

About the book
Who would have thought that, having died, I would become such a famous person! Newspapers, television and radio unanimously repeat what a sweetheart I was, what an ideal daughter my parents, the most famous producer in Hollywood and the No. 1 actress of the “dream factory,” lost. How did it happen that an inconspicuous, shy girl with acne, teenage complexes and excess weight became a popular favorite and an object of cult, and this madness went so far that now my name is called a man-made island - a refuge for thousands of adherents of a new religion, trying to get there at any cost to heaven?
Of course, these are the machinations of the evil one - a deceiver, a charlatan and a master of manipulation! But in vain, as they say, the devil messed with the baby...

about the author
Chuck Palahniuk is a member of the National Cacophonic Society, a green-eyed, brown-haired man with French and Russian blood in his veins. Palahniuk began writing seven years ago, but his first novel, Invisible Monsters, was rejected by publishers. Angered by this, he wrote “Fight Club” as a big “Fuck You” to the publishers, but instead of being offended, they published the novel, which brought Palahniuk, largely thanks to the film released soon, world fame. However, Chuck himself is trying to stay out of the giant mouse wheel of public popularity that has been spinning around his name lately. “I write because I love to write. Decorum is not my thing,” says Palahniuk, “and they want to put me in a box, make me wear clean clothes, wash my hair... do things that I never do until then.” until they put a gun to my head."

Interesting Facts
Chuck Palahniuk is the recipient of the Pacific Northwest Booksellers Association Award and the Oregon Book Award. He was also nominated twice for the Bram Stoker Award.
From a box office point of view, the film "Fight Club" was a failure at the box office, and the film gained cult status after its release on DVD.
Having been rejected by his publisher for his novel The Invisible Men (the publisher considered it too outrageous), Palahniuk wrote an even more outrageous novel, Fight Club, to spite his publisher.
Chuck Palahniuk came up with the idea for the novels THE DAMNED and THE DOOMED after his mother died from breast cancer in 2009.
Palahniuk's work is based on the structure of the novel by American writer Judy Bloom "Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret", the main character of which is also a little girl.

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In his books, Chuck Palahniuk often challenges modern society, speaking bluntly and brutally about its vices. The same applies to the book “The Doomed,” which is a continuation of the novel “The Damned.” The writer reflects the habits, characters and values of people in a very unique manner. He is willing to use hell and purgatory to reflect the horror of real life.

The girl Madison went to hell while still a teenager. She was the daughter of wealthy parents: her mother is a television star, her father has a huge fortune. Maddie herself studied in an excellent boarding house. But all she wanted was a normal family, the love and support of her parents. But she didn’t have that.

Once in the next world, Maddie learned that she could communicate with the world of the living. It's almost as easy as dialing a friend's phone number. During one of these conversations, the girl talked with her parents. She told them what to do to get to her. Madison said this would be their ticket to heaven. She did not say that she was not there at all.

Could Maddie have imagined that her words would become known throughout the world? But it happened, and now she is the founder of a new religion. An ordinary girl with acne and excess weight has become the new messiah who is worshiped. She founded, without knowing it, a new religion - cattleism. And people are happy to do terrible things that will lead them to heaven, which is actually hell.

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