Diary. A novel - Chuck Palahniuk

Ok, I tell you what it happens.

I was quite tired so I decided to go to sleep. It was early, not even 24:00, so I thought that I could read one or two chapters from Chuck Palahniuk's "Diary. A novel". Two hours later I have finished the book, I'm totally awaken and my brain is full of an angst that is difficult to describe. Palahniuk probably would be proud of how bad I felt while I was reading this book.
Don't get me wrong, I don't like to suffer and if I continued reading this book was because:

• Some of the thoughts about Art on the book were interesting.
• The psychological horror that defines this novel gets you almost right from the beginning. And even when reading it becomes a hard work and the atmosphere is so oppressive that you are damning Palahniuk for being so twisted, you have to continue.

Do I recommend the story of Misty Wilmot, a once-promising young artist currently working as a waitress in a hotel. Her husband, a contractor, is in a coma after a suicide attempt. According to the description on the back of Diary: A Novel, Misty "soon finds herself a pawn in a larger conspiracy that threatens to cost hundreds of lives."? Well, I'm sure that I won't read it again but some of the elements that are inside the novel moved me to a reflection exercise about what means to be an artist.

Lately, seems like all books that I'm reading are not exactly cheerful... Now this book, before it "Si esto es un hombre" ("If this a human being", I guess would be the English title) the biographical history of a Italian Jew that survived from Auswitch that my friend Eduardo gave me before I left Spain. And the books that I bought with "Diary" seems to be similar: Rant, also from Palahniuk and Hannibal Rising. Luckily, I also bought "The merchant of Venice".