My continuing resistance to Palahniuk notwithstanding, Lullaby went down very easily - apart from one truly disgusting scene which I'll forbear from describing, it wasn't as unpleasant as I remembered his novels to be (this is bearing in mind, too, that I'm a fan of Fight Club the movie), and if it has only a limited number of things to say and a limited number of ways of saying them, well, what's it's saying is at least apposite and wrapped up in an engaging narrative. I'm not sure why I react badly to Palahniuk, to tell the truth - I just do.
[23/10: Oh yes, I meant to mention: Palahniuk's a bit like Vonnegut, isn't he? Only not as good, natch.]
