ABSTRACT
Recognition of the impossibility of organizing life into rigid structures can by no means be viewed as a failure, or loss. The apparent breakdown of the ossified symbolic regime, repressive of corporeality, morphs into a breakthrough of schizophrenia, no longer as a clinical subjective entity, but as a vital process, a molecular desire, the creativity and experimentation of which can only be experienced as continuous joy. Fight Club commences, and stays throughout the narrative, deep inside the body of its nameless (in a traditional sense), utterly unreliable narrator, who in a nearly somnambulistic manner twists, rewinds, flashes forward and otherwise manipulates the flow of the story. Breaking with transcendence entails sacrifice and pain, but not as a perverted pleasure of discharge of assembled frustrations and fears. Conversely, painful, masochistic, transmutation promises sheer bliss that has no transcendent limit, offering immanent joy.
