Letters to Dawn...Chuck Palanhniuk
Palanhniuk has an unique ability to dreg up the darkest of the dark and the most disturbing of the disturbing. I wonder what he's like in real person. In my mind, I picture him with a scruffy beard, a hat with ear flaps, blackheads the size of ticks on his nose and glasses so smugged that windex would downright refuse. He would be sitting in a smokey bar, next to an ashtray overflowing with butts in an army jacket and orange hunting overalls which are brown with mud and possibly blood. His boots however would be impeccably maintained. The taint of his leather shoe polish would waif like a warm summer levanter. The shiny sheen of his his cochroach laquered boots would tap left and right, looking for a rabid carcass- a hexed wanderer brimming over with tales, to first befriend and then deconstruct.
Palahniuk is one of my favorite writers. I have an autographed copy of Lullaby on my bookshelf right now, and I have - or have read - some of his other stuff (besides Fight Club). The premise of Haunted reminds me of Luis Bunuel's "The Exterminating Angel." I'll have to put it on my to-read list. I usually read a lot in the US, but not often here 'cause I don't buy that many books (libraries are the best!).