![]() ![]() And yet there’s also their son, Junior (whether he’s Sebastian junior isn’t really clear), who’s mysteriously spouting chemical formulas for gunpowder and other substances. Marla misses the man who literally screwed her to salvation, and Sebastian is so medicated he’s even less than who he was in the first book. If that seems absurd, it is, because no one is happy with the arrangement. They’re a suburban couple, working and raising a son. The story picks up years after the book: Marla and our narrator (now named Sebastian) living the very life that Tyler Durden detests. Men deflated and instead went for the chisel.) It made sense that the sequel would be the illicit love child of these two forms: the comic. (Remember Brad Pitt’s physique in that film? That’s how every guy wanted to become after decades of watching incredibly steroid inflated men on WWF fake-punch each other. After all, the first book read like a comic book, and then it was adapted into a movie that redefined what a “man’s man” should be. The choice of making the sequel to Fight Club a comic feels like a natural choice. From the puffy physiques of the 80’s, Pitt’s body redefined what being “buff” looked like. ![]()
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