Choke

Victor Mancini, a dropout from medical school, has devised a complicated scam to pay for his mother’s elder care: Pretend to be choking on a piece of food in a restaurant and the person who “saves you” will feel responsible for the rest of his life. Multiply that a couple of hundred times and you generate a healthy flow of checks, week in, week out. Between fake choking gigs, Victor works at Colonial Dunsboro with a motley group of losers and stoners trapped in 1734, cruises sex addiction groups for action (“You put twenty sexaholics around a table night after night and don’t be surprised.”), and visits his mother, whose anarchic streak made his childhood a mad whirl and whose Alzheimer’s disease now hides what may be the startling truth about his (possibly divine?) parentage. An antihero for our deranging times, Victor’s whole existence is a struggle to wrest an identity from overwhelming forces. His creator, Chuck Palahniuk, is the visionary we need and the satirist we deserve.