At the time, this was early in general Palahniuk devouring. So I devoured it. Probably with relish. What most sticks out now though is the one scene that actually made me feel physically ill. Despite the fact that it was conveyed more with surreal, suggestive minimalism than outright details. I can still remember the wording, this near-decade later. And that, my friends, is literary magicianship of some kind.