This is a quote good book that in a slightly satirical manner, really gets to the heart of dissatisfaction that a lot of men have. The violence to make them feel alive. The radicalization to make them feel like they’re doing something and are part of something bigger than themselves. It’s frightening yet so many of the supporting characters are quite incompetent. The infamous twist with the protagonist arguably works even better in the book given that even if you know it’s coming from having seen the film, there’s intrigue in seeing the character figure it out for himself. I don’t know if I would reread “Fight Club” but I’m glad I’ve read it.