“A wild amphetamine ride through the vagaries of fame and the nature of belief.”—San Francisco Chronicle
Tender Branson—last surviving member of the Creedish Death Cult—is dictating his life story into Flight 2039’s recorder. He is all alone in the airplane, which will crash shortly into the vast Australian outback. But before it does, he will unfold the tale of his journey from an obedient Creedish child to an ultra-buffed, steroid- and collagen-packed media messiah. Unpredictable and unforgettable, Survivor is Chuck Palahniuk at his deadpan peak: a mesmerizing, unnerving, and hilarious satire on the wages of fame and the bedrock lunacy of the modern world.
Seattle Post-Intelligencer
A dead-on sendup of the media, celebrity and pop culture.
Bret Easton Ellis
Maybe our generation has found its Don DeLillo.
Esquire
Maniacally comic.
Newsday
A turbo-charged, deliciously manic satire of contemporary American life.
Entertainment Weekly
...[A] cynical high-wire satire of media and religious frenzy...
Sven Birkerts
..[H]e has made it his job to gather up the vectors of our collective unease and brandish them in our faces....[Survivor]...applies the firing-squad principle to extort tortured eloquence from its doomed narrator.
Esquire
Kirkus Reviews
A morbidly fascinating black fantasy about a young cult member's rise to fame and his fall from grace, written by West Coast novelist Palahniuk (Fight Club, 1996). When an airliner goes down, the first thing the authorities look for amid the wreckage is the "black box" that contains a recording of the pilot's last words, which are usually grim but fairly restrained-almost always because the pilot doesn't expect (almost always) to die. Tender Branson's situation is unusual: the last survivor of an obscure American religion known as the Creedish Death Cult, he is dictating his confession into the black box of a 747 that he knows will soon crash somewhere over the Australian outback. "What you've found," he declares, "is the story of what went wrong." That's putting it softly. Like all Creedalists, Branson, raised for a life of obscure service to strangers, chose to hire himself out as an unpaid domestic while still in his teens. Probably he would have spent his life keeping house for the yuppie vulgarians who took him in, but an FBI raid on the Creedish Church compound in Nebraska resulted in a mass suicide within the cult. Since then, surviving Creedalists living in the field have been killing themselves on a regular basis, so that Branson is soon the only Creedalist left. As such, he becomes a genuine celebrity, complete with an agent who gets him book contracts, movie deals-and with a good lawyer intent on winning him uncontested title to all Creedish Church properties. A marriage is arranged for him and televised live from the Super Bowl during halftime. But things turn sour when evidence mounts that many of the suicides were, in fact, murders-and that Branson's brother Adam maystill be alive. Is Branson a serial killer? Or Adam? Can they ever lead a normal life again? Brilliant, engrossing, substantial, and fun: Palahniuk carves out credible, moving dramas from situations that seemed simply outlandish and sad on the evening news. (Author tour) .
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