Choke is weird. It is trying to be a cohesive narrative with insightful commentary on some overground part of our society much akin to Fight Club or Invisible Monsters, yet it is filled with as much porn as Snuff which is literally a book about one long porno. It quite simply does not work. And, if we are honest, Choke is much closer to Snuff, except Palahniuk had enough decency not to pretend that Snuff is something more than a carnival of debauchery, while for some reason, he did try to convince us that Choke is somehow more profound. He did not succeed, for the plot is actually as thin as that of a porno. There, barely, just so we could pretend we are respectable human beings who would never consume outright porn. Sex was also terribly boring, which is sad. Could not even get a good wank out of it.