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Fiction. Thriller. HTML: "Begins here first account of operative me, agent number 67 on arrival Midwestern airport ____ . Flight ____. Date ____. Priority mission top success to complete. Code name: Operation Havoc." Thus speaks Pygmy, one of a handful of young adults from a totalitarian state sent to the US, disguised as exchange students to live with typical American families and blend in, all the while planning an unspecified attack of massive terrorism. Palahniuk depicts Midwestern life through the eyes of this thoroughly indoctrinated little killer, who hates us with a passion, in this cunning double-edged satire of an American xenophobia that might, in fact, be completely justified. The Manchurian Candidate meets South Park in Chuck Palahniuk's finest novel since the generation-defining Fight Club..… (more)
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The whole story is over-the-top and not at all believable, but it scores a few obvious criticisms of American culture, while instating (on a more fundamental and tacit level) a defense of that same culture. It amplifies the cartoonish elements evident in earlier Palahniuk work like Survivor. I don't regret having read it, but I can see how many readers would.
The cleverest thing about Pygmy is this use of language; the way it draws you into the mindset of the thoroughly brainwashed, hormonally charged teenage terrorist and then lets you watch from within as he both subverts and is subverted by his new, equally irrational and inhumane environment. It's unfortunate that the plot isn't equal to this narrative voice. In his quest to skewer the pop-psychology cliches of modern American life, Palahniuk piles them on so thick and fast that they blur into meaninglessness. Then he tops it off with an unsatisfying ending that feels as unlikely and contrived as all the cliches that went before. Maybe he was trying to make a point about the pervasiveness of banality, but it just feels like he lost his nerve.
I do think that this is a good read for writers. The technical achievements - and failings - are instructive. Palahniuk reminds us that there are many ways to tell a story. Like it or not, there's a lot to learn from the way he's told this one.
Chuck Palahniuk casts a jaundiced eye on and takes a highly satirical pen to American life, and in the end American life wins out, sort of. There was a time when we called an idea like Pygmy high camp, meaning a whole conglomeration of things, exaggerated, vulgar, ostentatious,
A nameless nation that feels like North Korea and ISIS rolled into one has trained almost from birth an elite core of terrorists. When the novel begins, they have just become teenagers and have been brought to the U.S.A. by an evangelical church in a Midwestern city as exchange students. The idea, of course, is to inculcate them with American and Christian values. However, they come over on a mission, code name Operation Havoc. Chief among the group of adolescent terrorists is “agent number 67.” He relates the story of their arrival, their training, the purpose of their mission, and he in particular their take on various aspects of American life, which he approaches as a decadent society busy destroying the world. Seen through his eyes, life here gets exposed for its absurdity. Unrequited love for his host family’s daughter whom he calls Cat Sister (the father is Cow Father, the mother is Chicken Mother, and the brother Pig Dog Brother, which gives you idea of the novel’s tone), this unrequited love undoes him, or does him, if you’re of that mindset.
Palahniuk’s inventiveness in describing and skewering aspects of American life makes the novel enjoyable. After all, not only is seeing how you live from another, albeit extreme, vantage point funny, but it also can be enlightening. Let’s be honest here, not everybody views America as the pinnacle of living well, including many living the American dream. So, from Agent 67’s perspective we have “retail product distribution facilities” (Walmart), “religion propaganda distribution outlets” (church), “domestic structure Cedar” (his host family’s house), “public education institutions” (school), and the like.
In keeping with the tone of the novel, the characters are more caricatures, highlighting certain aspects of their personalities for humorous effect. Pig Dog Brother thinks only about sex, evaluates women on their physical characteristics, and lobs more euphemisms for breasts than you probably thought existed. Sex obsesses Chicken Mom, who keeps a vibrator handy and, on the Thanksgiving recounted in the story, in her. Cat Sister practices stealth thievery from her father’s business to keep herself well stocked in office supplies. And, not to be outdone, Agent 67 has sex on his mind, though purely as a means of producing more warriors.
To keep the story moving, Palahniuk packs the novel with plenty of humorous, often slapstick violent, set pieces, among them the science fair massacre, the school dance brawl, the Thanksgiving dinner drugging, Devil Tony’s (Agent 67’s name for the pastor) murder in the church, the exploding dildo experiment, and these are just samples. What will happen next, you’ll wonder, and how outrageous will it be?
So, should you give Pygmy a try? If you like your funny novels very broad, absolutely you should. And if you break a smile at the following short excerpt from the science fair, you’ll certainly want to grab a copy:
“Next, parade learned academics arrive experiment invented stealth cat sister. Rested atop table, display moderate missile comparable to light mortar round Japan artillery, caliber fifty-millimeter Type 89 ‘leg’ mortar shell. Missile encased skin pink-color plastic. Smooth polished. Painted letter across placard, written: ‘Bliss 2.0.’”
As soon as I started reading it I wondered if it would have been published before the success of "Everything is Illuminated" by Jonathan Safran Foer, which already richly covered the ground of fractured English.
Then I thought of
I guess Palahniuk has a kind of trademark violence and vulgarity that has made him a cult figure. It shows in this book. THAT makes me think of Matthew Collings, the art critic, saying something like :...when everyone is transgressing, then it is no longer transgression." In other words, boring.
This experience won't stop me from giving "Fight Club" a try, if it falls into my hands, or any book of Palahniuk's that a friend might recommend, but this book is slight, derivative and formulaic.
I recommend you pass.
First of all, is this an objectively good book? I'm not sure. The plot, which transpires in an epistolary fashion through a series of missives sent back to Pygmy's home country, involves the title character and several of his countrymates, all of whom are sent from an unnamed Asian dictatorship to an unnamed Midwestern state, where they become exchange students at the local school. They are all, as it turns out, highly trained covert assassins who are attempting to infiltrate American culture in order to execute an extremely deadly attack on American citizens. In other words, the plot is absolutely ludicrous. And, notably, totally secondary to the book's style, which is an accusation that has been leveled upon Palahniuk many times (and much more frequently as of late). But again, is it good? I can't in good conscience answer "yes," because the ideas just seem so half-baked and the style so overbearing that it's clear what parts of the book Palahniuk actually cared about focusing on.
Which leads me to my second question, which is, does the book accomplish what it sets out to? Again, I'm a bit unsure, but I have to lean a little more towards "yes" this time. I've alluded to the style several times, but it's hard to really fathom until you crack the book open: the whole tale is written in a choppy, barely comprehensible "Engrish," in the stereotypical manner of an Asian person in the midst of an ESL class. It's borderline offensive, frankly, but then again I think that's Palahniuk's point. That, and making sure that his characters' pygmy Engrish is sprinkled with stereotypical American (specifically Midwestern) references to church, football, and Walmart. Indeed, I'm pretty confident the whole book intends to be a 200-page-long stereotype, and by that measure--right up to the out-of-nowhere, surprisingly cheesy ending--it's a success.
But what I failed to see was the point. Palahniuk is usually pretty good at finding interesting targets for his satirical jabs, but this one feels too easy, too cheap, and not at all fresh. For all the potential that our contemporary relations with southeast Asia can provide, Palahniuk seems content to simply keep drilling into our heads that this guy talks funny. And while that seems the point--stupid Americans mock the Asians because they can't speak English, and so they miss the knife hidden behind their backs--it's insanely, frustratingly simplistic, and almost doesn't feel worth the effort. Which puts me in an awkward position, because I do consider myself a Palahniuk fan, not just a casual reader--and while I certainly didn't love it and don't think I despised it, I'm not sure Pygmy was really worth the read.
I suppose it was time I grew up anyways: Chuck Palahniuk is a hipster. Whatever subversive themes you can dredge up out
The ending is such a disappointment. I was looking for subversive evil tragedy. But I just got bullshit capitulation. I hope that was an editor's insistance and not from the author.
The use of rape in this book is casual, which is meant to shock/tittilate the reader. I can't read books like that anymore. It's only funny/shocking/tittilating if you've remained blind and ignorant to the rape that happens to friends and family too often. If you understand it, then you don't treat it with hipster casualty.
PS: If you want to read a book in Engrish, try Everything is Illuminated. It doesn't have the hipster scorn for all humanity, so it's a geniunely different book. But that's what makes it better.
It took me about half the book to really appreciate the voice of this character. The broken English was very difficult to read, and I had to slow my pace down to really absorb it. Vital information is blacked out at the beginning of each entry--time, date, location--and the focus of each chapter centers around a quote that these children operatives were brainwashed with back in their own country. Hitler, Nixon, Nietzsche, Castro--to name a few have shaped their plan of action since they were 4 years old, taken from families to fulfill their destiny to their country.
Funny in places; sad in others -- this type of experimental writing, with a decent story--now this is odd ball creativity I can get behind. Chuck is definitely an interesting guy who marches to the beat of his own dark and boundary-pushing ideas.
I almost quit the book, but I kept on, and I finally adapted to the writing style. The story is about Pygmy and his comrades, who were taken from their parents at a very young age and made into weapons of "the state." We never find out which country--Palahniuk does this on purpose--the country who wants to destroy the USA is a composition of what could be many other countries. Anyway, Pygmy and his comrades all enter the USA as foreign exchange students, with their goal to inflict "Operation Havoc."
I really did enjoy the story, even as distracted as I was by the writing. I really wish Ole Chuck would just weave us a few good novels without the gimmicks. He's a great writer, has a huge base and doesn't need to "play." Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe his gimmicks are forever sealing his fate as one of the greatest contemporary writers of our time.
On the surface, the story is about Pygmy’s migration to the United States into a middle class white family. The story is really about the undercover operations of Pygmy and his comrades in their efforts to destroy America using something they vaguely refer to as “Operation Havoc.” It is never said where Pygmy comes from, and Pygmy isn’t even his name (it was given him by his classmates presumably because of his appearance). What is stressed is that his country is militant, probably communist, and has a hatred of the West and the United States in particular. Guesses could be made as to what country it is, but it hardly matters in the context of the book. All one really needs to know is that there is a band of communist-programmed sociopaths roaming the high school halls and that this is the story of their leader.
There is a pattern to most Palahniuk books that follows the tease, hide, and reveal pattern. In Fight Club we were teased with images of Tyler Durden, had his true nature hidden from us, then had the mind blowing revelation of his truth shown to us at the end. Pygmy doesn’t change this formula much. Operation Havoc is the tease, the hidden bit, and the revelation.
I suppose the real question is: how does it stack up? The problem with Chuck Palahniuk is that he is constantly competing with his former self. It’s hard to top his classics. I would not say that Pygmy tops any of his former works either. It fits right in, and the language conventions and liberalities used throughout make it stand out all on its own.
There is a problem with the language that may make it difficult for many readers, even dedicated fans, to parse through the book. It’s very difficult to read. If you can imagine what an immigrant coming to this country with a very warped sense of the English language can sound like while trying to communicate with U.S. natives, then maybe you’ll get the gist of what this book tries to convey. And it does get easier to read as the book progresses, not because the language changes at all, but rather because the eyes and the mind become accustomed to the rhythm and oddness of the stilted phrases.
Despite all that, and maybe even because of it, Pygmy is more than worth reading. The characters are some of Palahniuk’s best (Pygmy in particular is as charming as a cold blooded killer can be who barely speaks English), and the story very much keeps you guessing and intrigued. I applaud Palahniuk for taking such risks both in story and wordplay lately, even if it makes his writing more niche than ever before. Niche or no, Pygmy is something every fan and enthusiast should pick up and devour at the first opportunity.
Reviewed by David Stewart, Three Rivers Public Library
Like others before me, I cannot write a real review of this book, because I simply could not make it through. Now, I'm no wuss when it comes to reading bizarre fiction. I've read almost all of the rest of Palahniuk's oeuvre, and quite enjoyed them. I've read Warren Ellis and
"Calibrated tasks assigned to destroy all self-esteem. For official example, purpose lesson titled 'Junior Swing Choir' many potential brilliant youth compelled sing song depicting precipitate remain pummel head of operative me. Complain how both feet too large size for sleeping mattress. Idiot nonsense song. Next sing how past visited arid landscape aboard equine of no title."
Satirical jabs at American culture are interlaced with disturbing scenes of violence and sex, making this book definitely off-limits for the squeamish and faint-hearted. I rate this novel, which probably served as source material for the 2010 terror-baby conspiracy, at 5 out of 10 stars.