I am Jack's total lack of suprise.




Fight Club. It makes one wonder about dear Chuck. Charlie Pala-cetra? Chuck P. He looks happy. Oregon. A place for happy people to smile for pictures that go on the jackets of books about making soap from someone's mother. Liposuction waste. Men acting primal. And he's got a lot to smile about. It's good, and I'll bet he knows it.






Dear Charlie, Charles, Chuck,


I read your book in one day because I got the wrong Stephen King novel. I'd already been up that tower. Your skyscrapers and plastic explosives were nice too. Heroes made soap. Or thick-skinned women. Probably the women. You don't seem to have too many women heores, Chuck. I'd rather Marla didn't stand for womenkind.


Thanks.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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