Diary: A Novel

diary Takes The Form Of A Coma Diary Kept By One Misty Tracy Wilmot As Her Husband Lies Senseless In A Hospital After A Suicide Attempt. Once She Was An Art Student Dreaming Of Creativity And Freedom; Now, After Marrying Peter And Moving Back To Quaint, But Tourist-overrun Waytansea Island, She's Been Reduced To The Condition Of A Resort Hotel Maid, Only To Discover That Her Husband Has Descended Into A World Of Madness. But Then, As If Possessed By The Spirit Of Maura Kinkaid, A Fabled Waytansea Artist Of The Nineteenth Century, Misty Begins Painting Again, Compulsively. But The Canvases Are Taken Away By Her Mother-in-law And Her Doctor, Who Seem To Have A Plan For Misty -- And For All Those Annoying Tourists....

the New York Times

diary really Hits Its Stride When The Blood Starts Flowing (one Memorable Scene Involves An Unwanted Leg Cast And A Steak Knife). Palahniuk Is Better At Sensation Than Philosophy, A Pulp Writer Who Excels When He Stops Worrying The Big Ideas And Channels His Wild, Misfit Heart. — taylor Antrim