Introduction
Welcome to the birth of a podcast formed from the words of a banned book. In my class "Forbidden Books," we looked at banned books all over the world, including reading two for class, and one all individually. The two books we read were "Fahrenheit 451", and "The Diary of a Part-Time Indian." We analyzed these books all as a group to decide what content would be considered dangerous and what could possibly have to lead to its banning.
We also decided to look into (mainly) two religions. We studied their holy books and interpreting their contents to our best understanding, or what we thought to be the main idea of whatever verse we were reading. The two books being the Koran, and the Bible. From there we tried to decide what they meant in a literal sense, metaphorical, and ethical (I believe?).
The project I am going to present to you is a podcast where I pretend and voice the main character from the book Fight Club, which was banned for sexual content in Texas, and also myself as the "interrogator" of some sorts for this character. We had to pull quotes that showed their dogma to the listeners through quotes and what we believe they would say if they were to be in the scenario we put them in. Below you'll find my script for this podcast (if you're not in the mood to put in your headphones), and below the script is the podcast itself.
Script
Close your eyes for a minute. We’re gonna play around with your imagination. Imagine a mirror. Take a look in the mirror. What do you see? Just you. Imagine a version of you that is everything you wanted to be. A version of you that has done everything that you wanted to do but never could. The better you. The perfect you. Everything that would’ve been you, but isn’t you. You are not what you see in this mirror. You are flawless. Open your eyes. That was not the real you. What if you could be your idea of perfect though? What if everything you just saw in that mirror roamed around the night while you thought you were asleep. That perfect you taking over your body when you shut your eyes.
Welcome to the life of the Narrator, or maybe you know him as Tyler Durden. Street lights are dim, it’s a warm peaceful night out in 1996, Delaware city. America itself isn’t too peaceful. Bill Clinton re-elected as president, the operation “Desert Strike” was carried out. Then Khobar towers got bombed, the Olympics experienced a terrorist attack with a pipe bomb for the first time again since the 1960’s. It’s a secret war and it’s hell. Cuban fighter planes shoot down American planes, even a hostage crisis in Hawaii.
Now despite all the chaos, we’re here with the Narrator, or as some call him around here, Tyler Durden, who is currently sitting with me in a mental hospital.
“So Tyler, tell me again why you’re here. It says here that you’re here because of a severe split personality disorder?”
“Yeah. Tyler isn’t my name, it’s the identity I subconsciously took when I thought I was sleeping.”
“And you’ve been claiming that you.. Killed Tyler? You shot yourself in the head when the police were after you. It’s a miracle you survived by the way. Were you intending to kill yourself or something inside of you?”
“I’m not killing myself. I’m killing Tyler.” (153)
“What did Tyler tell you before you pulled the trigger on that rooftop? What made you do it?”
“He said to me, “Picture this; you’re on top of the world’s tallest building. The whole building is taken over by Project Mayhem. Smoke rolling out the windows. Desks falling into crowds on the street. A real opera of death. That’s what you’re gonna get.” (151)
“You were working a 9 to 5 job at a company, then you.. I’m sorry, “Tyler”, killed your boss. What were his motives?”
“Tyler thought the middle class were worthless. We were nothing to him. He was an anarchist.. And a nihilist.”
“What makes you so sure that he was these things? I understand you ran Fight Club and the rules there kind of point in that direction, but I wanna know more.”
“You broke two rules already by even bringing it up. Tyler always told the space monkeys one thing constantly. They just kept repeating it over and over again. He kept making them read to each other a verse. It went, “You are not special. You’re not beautiful and a unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everybody else” (96)
“You called these cultists “space monkeys,” huh?”
“They only did what they were told, nothing more or less. They weren’t people.”
“People are censoring your story, specifically because of sexual contents of it, do you agree with that?”
“Sexual content? That’s it? I mean I guess that's more generous than anything. Fight Club is a lot more than just one or two mentionings of sex, but that’s fine by me. Less people to get worked up about this.”
“Thank you for your time.”
"Whatever."
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