By some twist of fate, I ended up reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma and Fight Club at the same time. The weird thing is, I can’t shake the thought that they seem like similar books, in some obscure ways. Both are looking to “break up civilization so that we can make something better of the world,” though one way is much more explosive and violent, where the other is a little more sedate. Both see us as “middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we’ll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won’t. And we’re just learning this fact.” Both seem to suggest that real life begins when we take off our blinders and engage our true selves with the real world.
In the end, I’m much more persuaded by an organic revolution than a violent overthrow of the corporate structures all around us. Deep down, I’m a lover, not a fighter. Still, though I may not have the stomach for Fight Club, there’s something about this kind of bloodrush expedience that is compelling. I guess I was raised by television to look for quick resolution, and a villainous hero.