HAUNTED:
A novel of short stories
Haunted
is a book by Chuck Palahniuk. Even though it is primarily composed of short
stories, it’s not an anthology. It’s a novel using a frame-narrative technique
to interweave the stories into a singular work. It follows a group of writers
in an artist’s retreat, where the writers are isolated with minimal heat,
power, and food. Soon enough, they become desperate, and so are their tales.
Since
I haven’t read much of Chuck Palahniuk’s work, I’m not used to his writing
style. His style is the first thing that I noticed while reading Haunted. It is
somewhat rough, with the extensive use of fragments and run-ons to communicate
his ideas. It is the kind that grows on you, though. And once you get the hang
of it, you can speed-read the book because the writing style is informal enough
to grasp easily.
Putting
the writing style aside, I have mixed feelings for Haunted. Since it is
primarily composed of short stories, it can be somehow considered as an
anthology, and like any other anthologies, Haunted fluctuates in quality. Some
stories featured are better than the others are.
The
stories I particularly like are Guts, Exodus, The Nightmare Box, and Obsolete.
I find them to be very well-written. Guts is logically grotesque, and Exodus is
not far behind. The Nightmare Box has an interesting character and a haunting
mystery. Obsolete is downright weird, but written well.
The
stories I particularly dislike are Ambition, Punch Drunk, and Product
Placement. Ambition and Produce Placement have incredibly weak plots with
grotesque touches so they could pretend to be interesting. Punch Drunk just don’t
make sense to me.
Other
stories not mentioned here are either forgettable or grotesque just for the
sake of it -- oh, and/or sexual, just for the sake of it too. But I admit that
these themes still spark some interest in the materials; I’m just saying that
they are the neutral group -- stories I don’t particularly like or dislike.
This
inconsistency in the quality of stories is the biggest flaw of Haunted.
Author's photo in the book |
Another
flaw I’ve found is the weak story that binds these stories -- the artist’s
retreat. In theory, it is actually a pretty interesting concept. But my problem
is the lack of plot development. There is too little going on in the retreat. I
would go as far to say that the book could be about eighty pages shorter if the
narratives where practically nothing happens are removed.
The
narratives are not all-bad, however. Its greatest strength is the fact that it
portrays a lot about human nature, especially when man is in pain --
desperation, social distastefulness, murder, death, among many others. These
themes are executed quite well, and they form very dark characters.
Another
thing I like overall is the incorporation of Cassandra. It’s nothing technical,
though. It’s more of a personal liking. I just really like how Chuck Palahniuk
utilized a recurring story arc that I could subscribe to.
Overall,
Haunted is a stomach-churning read. It has some of the most disgusting things --
dynamic, disgusting things -- I’ve read. And the best thing about these
disgusting things is that they’re real, that they could be found in the real
world if you just look hard enough. These are presented in prose that is very
informal but easily understandable. If that’s up your alley, then you better
read this book, but also take note that the quality of stories is inconsistent.
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