Invisible Monsters

‎'Just before Evie comes screaming down the stairs and shoots Brandy Alexander, what I did was pour out about a gallon of Chanel Number Five and put a burning wedding invitation to it, and boom, I'm recycling'

'Chick Lit.' Hand me back my sense of frontal lobe and we'll brush it under the carpet...say no more about it...what's that smell?...is it the rotting stench of overt gender stereotyping? I think so. Me, I like my literature to go off with a bit of a bang, I want blood, sweat, style and fashion. Enter stage right Chuck Palahniuk, Chuck Chuck Chucky, before Fight Club was a whisper in the wind or a twist on the tongue one of the most terrifying, beautiful and poignant fashion novels was being shown the door by quaking publishers. Can we sell this? Who's the market? Can you tone it down?...I'll read it Chuck, me and your mesmerised cult following will devour it, never you mind.
"Invisible monsters is your favourite book, what's it about?"
"It's an unflinching narrative of the female attitude towards physical perfection."
"Um. okay but what happens?"
"Models, brutal accidents, glamorous transsexuals, drug theft, chiffon swathed injuries, Dynasty style stand-offs...should i go on?"
Are you so beautiful no one can look away, are you so monstrous no one dares see....