[Rabby]

Дочитал сегодня Fight Club.
Книга классически лучше фильма, хотя они все-таки разные.
Фильм я помню слабо, но он был все-таки приглажен. Некоторые моменты книги до-после-во время еды лучше не читать.
С другой стороны, в фильме не было столько про поцелуй Тайлера и прочие мелочи жизни. По фильму тянет что-нибудь написать, в книге это все уже есть.
И постоянная рекурсия, атмосферность, это все в книге раскрыто гораздо больше. Ярко передано ощущение бессонницы и состояние при нехватке сна. И тезисов там больше, уже явно проходит философия.
Не говоря уже про концовку. Кто мне сказал, что главный герой в конце умер??? Этот человек напиздел. Но итог получился интересный.

И просто очень кинковая мне сцена.

I ask if Tyler's been following me.
“Funny,” Tyler says, “I wanted to ask you the same thing. You talked about me to other people, you little shit. You broke your promise.”
Tyler was wondering when I’d figure him out.
“Every time you fall asleep,” Tyler says, “I run off and do something wild, something crazy, something completely out of my mind.”
Tyler kneels down next to the bed and whispers, “Last Thursday, you fell asleep, and I took a plane to Seattle for a little fight club looksee. To check the turn-away numbers, that sort of thing. Look for new talent. We have Project Mayhem in Seattle, too.”
Tyler's fingertip traces the swelling along my eyebrows. “We have Project Mayhem in Los Angeles and Detroit, a big Project Mayhem going on in Washington, D.C., in New York. We have Project Mayhem in Chicago like you would not believe.”
Tyler says, “I can't believe you broke your promise. The first rule is you don't talk about fight club.”
...
“There isn't a me and a you, anymore,” Tyler says, and he pinches the end of my nose. “I think you've figured that out.”
We both use the same body, but at different times.
“We called a special homework assignment,” Tyler says. “We said, ‘Bring me the steaming testicles of his esteemed honor, Seattle Police Commissioner Whoever. ”‘
I'm not dreaming.
“Yes,” Tyler says, “you are.”
...
Tyler kneeling next to my bed says, “Close your eyes and give me your hand.”
I close my eyes, and Tyler takes my hand. I feel Tyler's lips against the scar of his kiss.
“I said that if you talked about me behind my back, you'd never see me again,”
...
Oh, this is bullshit. This is a dream. Tyler is a projection. He's a disassociative personality disorder. A psychogenic fugue state. Tyler Durden is my hallucination.
“Fuck that shit,” Tyler says. “Maybe you're my schizophrenic hallucination.”
I was here first.
Tyler says, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, well let's just see who's here last.”
This isn't real. This is a dream, and I'll wake up.
“Then wake up.”
And then the telephone's ringing, and Tyler's gone.