I like most things by Chuck Palahniuk, mostly because he always pushes the envelope, even when or perhaps especially when it leaves people outside their comfort zone. This particular book explores sexuality and women in a way that’s distressing to an extent. I couldn’t really decide if he was drawing women as superficial pleasure seekers who would give up anything for the perfect orgasm, or making wry comment on the human condition. I suppose there’s no reason it couldn’t be both.
Penny and Linus are the main protagonists. Penny is a young intern who hasn’t quite managed to pass the bar, and Linus is a famous billionaire/inventor/scientist that the entire world watches. He invents a series of sex toys for women that overcome the world, in that every woman ends up abandoning her usual life for the pleasure of these toys, these little inventions that know everything a woman’s body could possibly want when it comes to pleasure. Penny discovers that they hide an evil little secret, however, and therein lies the crux of the plot.
I’ve seen better fleshed-out characterization from Chuck Palahniuk, so the fact that the characters were somewhat flat was a disappointment, but the story itself kept my attention. I wanted to know what was going to happen and so I kept reading, and yes, despite my quibbles over depth of characterization and such, I enjoyed it. I was horrified and shocked and interested and the questions raised in this world the author created made me think.
Thinking is good. Pushing the envelope of what you’re comfortable with is good. This book isn’t for everyone, but it’s good.