Tell-All by Chuck Palahniuk
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Eeeeh, okay.

I'm generally a huge fan of Palahniuk but he has this thing about doubling down on a THING and then going for the shock value, then the schlock value after that. No biggie, and it's sometimes quite funny.

Indeed, there are a number of really wonderful quips right out of the snarkiest Culture columns that could have come out of the forties or fifties, but in the end, this novel is a gorgeously made-up skull.

It's gourmet vomit.


That being said, it's PRETTY in some ways even though the basic plot is on par with the most lethargic and enervated aging starlet mystery-rags. The big shocker is only mildly amusing and it took too long to get there, and by the time we've got it, we're counting on our fingers the times we've seen this same variation on a theme.

But then, maybe I just don't care too much about aging stars and their dramas? That could be it, too.

And to think that I had to pick through the remains of this meal...


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