" I used to love Chuck Palahniuk, but I was younger then and I think less cranky. I've gone back and reread Fight Club recently, previously my favourite, and discovered that everything I thought I loved from that book was actually from the movie adaptation. He hasn't written anything interesting in years, starting with Diary and peaking with Rant (however I immensely enjoyed Haunted, and to a lesser extent, Pygmy). I didnt even bother with Tell-All. Usually my gripe with him is that he takes a great nihilistic, blackly satyrical concept and cops out at the end. I had thought that the only way to end a book worse than "it was only a dream!" was to end it with happy characters that discover hope and values in the same society that's he's spent the entire novel poking fun at. As it turns out, there IS a worse way to end it: by NOT ending it. Ok, fine, so he's decided to spend at least one more book with this character. For me, by the end of Damned, it felt more like he's strung together a bunch of crazy, sometimes moderately funny what-if's about hell and then in a panic, realizing he hadn't a clue as to how to end it, just wrote "To be continued" instead. That, and the disappointment that came with realizing I hadn't laughed out loud once or retained a single quotable line (and in the past, I found his novels rich with both), leaves me wondering: "Are you there, Chuck? It's me, your fan." I'm giving this three stars only because I hated a few of his other books more, and because none of his books are worse than, say, Twilight. "
— Joshua, 2/5/2014