Ölüm Pornosu

Palahniuk's take feels raw and unflinching, but I'm curious if there's a particular message he's trying to convey about performance or exploitation.

The characters' fixation on their desires made me question how much of ourselves we reveal in pursuit of gratification. Was that the point?

The way the narrative is layered and the pacing are so deliberate — I wonder if that heightens the sense of discomfort or emphasizes the themes.