Chuck Palahniuk’s debut novel Fight Club initially landed like a dud, but thanks largely to the 1999 movie adaptation, it has grown an immense, and well-deserved, fan base of which I am one. In many ways, it is a subversive novel—exposing the impotent dissatisfaction experienced by the massive middle class of America. The concept that the poor are merely cogs in the machinery of society—a machine run by the rich—isn’t necessarily a new one, but Palahniuk tackles the issue with a gleeful sense of irony and anarchy that is uniquely his own. The three main characters begin as archetypes but then transcend to icons through the author’s deft craftsmanship. Fight Club is a dark satire executed with diabolically precise timing and pace. It is a testament to the power of ideas that this work of fiction has spawned such widespread adoration and emulation. I don’t believe that was the author’s intent, nor do I condone or endorse such misguided notions. However, whether you read it for its delightfully twisted plot, myriad of madcap ideas, unforgettable characters, or to have your worldview recalibrated—it is certainly worth reading.