I am one of those readers who will latch on to an author and start to wildly binge on everything I can get my hands on as quickly as possible.
Not every author, I’m not that easily persuaded. But there have been a few men who have touched my live in ways they will never know. When I first got a taste of Crime and Punishment in the 8th grade, Dostoyevsky became my first true love.
Slaughterhouse Five spawned the next wave. I was a freshman in college and I blew all my beer money on everything Kurt Vonnegut I could get my hands on.
In 2008, Chuck Palahniuk came into my world as a throw away. My sister had a copy of Rant, and she couldn’t get through the first 20 pages before casting it aside to her weird sibling. I spent that whole summer living in a trailer in Amish country, drinking Bud pounders, and pummeling through every page of twisted, satirical, eloquent gore and filth. More