Why tyler durden

Also, Soylent Green is people and Rosebud is a sled. Okay, now that all the cards are laid out, we can talk about the more Tyler-esque parts of our narrator's personality. When our narrator first meets Tyler, he's "naked and sweating, gritty with sand, his hair wet and stringy, hanging in his face" 3. And yes, that was an intentionally ambiguous pronoun. What's important here isn't who's naked, it's the nudity itself. Aside from the images of a young, naked Brad Pitt trashing through our heads, there's nothing sexual about this nudity.

No, it's spiritual and pure. Plus, he's building a wooden hand on the beach so that "for one minute [he can sit] in the palm of a perfection he'd created himself. I am so ZEN. Like me," 8. The Tyler side embraces it. No, no one would ever call Tyler Durden a Buddha figure, and not just because he doesn't have the curvy figure to pull it off.

All that violence and bloodshed surely goes against the Buddha's teachings. Although, despite the violence, he doesn't manage to pull off the literary Jesus thing.

By that, we mean that he has quite the savior complex. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!

Narrator : This is crazy Tyler Durden : People do it everyday, they talk to themselves Lou : [] Do you hear me now? Tyler Durden : No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou. Tyler Durden : Still not getting it. Tyler Durden : Okay, I got it. Shit, I lost it. Tyler Durden : [to the police chief] Hi.

You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not Tyler Durden : My dad never went to college, so it was real important that I go.

Narrator : Sounds familiar. Narrator : Same here. Tyler Durden : Now I'm 25, make my yearly call again. I say Dad, "Now what? Narrator : I can't get married, I'm a 30 year old boy. Tyler Durden : In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life.

You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway. Tyler Durden : Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction Narrator : [] What are you doing? Tyler Durden : Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died? Ricky : Paint a self-portrait. The Mechanic : Build a house. Tyler Durden : [to Narrator] And you? Narrator : I don't know.

Turn the wheel now, come on! Tyler Durden : You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? Narrator : I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say?

Come on! Tyler Durden : Not good enough. Tyler Durden : [the Narrator is trying to disarm a car bomb of nitroglycerin] You don't know which wire to pull. Narrator : I know everything you do, so if you know I know. Tyler Durden : Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about the wrong wires. Tyler Durden : You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh. Narrator : Tyler, I'm grateful to you; for everything that you've done for me.

But this is too much. I don't want this. Tyler Durden : What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it. Tyler Durden : Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem.

Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me. Tyler Durden : [] I look around, I look around, I see a lot of new faces. Tyler Durden : Shut up. Which means a lot of you have been breaking the first two rules of Fight Club. Tyler Durden : All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.

Tyler Durden : I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me. Tyler Durden : OK: any historic figure. Narrator : I'd fight Gandhi. Tyler Durden : Good answer. Narrator : How about you? Tyler Durden : Lincoln. Narrator : Lincoln? Tyler Durden : Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger.

Tyler Durden : Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions. Tyler Durden : This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It's right here. Look at it. Narrator : I'm going to my cave. I'm going to my cave and I'm going to find my power animal. Tyler Durden : No! Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does. Narrator : You're insane. Tyler Durden : No, you're insane.

Tyler Durden : All right, if the applicant is young, tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training. Tyler Durden : We are all part of the same compost heap. Tyler Durden : [] Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm? Narrator : No, I did not know that; is that true?

Tyler Durden : That's right One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. Narrator : Really? Tyler Durden : If one were so inclined. Narrator : Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met Tyler Durden : Oh I get it, it's very clever.

Narrator : Thank you. Tyler Durden : How's that working out for you? Tyler Durden : Being clever. Narrator : Great. Tyler Durden : Keep it up then Right up. Tyler Durden : Now a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? Tyler Durden : Fight Club was the beginning, now it's moved out of the basement, it's called Project Mayhem. Tyler Durden : God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas. Narrator : Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked.

He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen.

Tyler Durden : In the industry, we call them "cigarette burns. Narrator : That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea.

Tyler Durden : Why would anyone want this shit job? Narrator : Because it affords him other interesting opportunities. Tyler Durden : Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films. Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth]. Narrator : [voiceover] People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden : Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?

Narrator : With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. Narrator : I can't think of anything. Narrator : For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is. Tyler Durden : Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator : mumbles Tyler Durden : I'm sorry Narrator : I still can't think of anything. Tyler Durden : Ah Tyler Durden : [] Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river.

You know why? Tyler Durden : Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded through the wood ashes to create lye. Tyler Durden : This is lye - the crucial ingredient. The lye combined with the melted fat of the bodies, till a thick white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please? Narrator : What is this? Tyler Durden : This Tyler Durden Tyler Durden : [] If you could fight anyone, who would you fight?

Narrator : I'd fight my boss, prob'ly. Tyler Durden : Really. Narrator : Yeah, why, who would you fight? Tyler Durden : I'd fight my dad. Narrator : I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but Married this other woman, had some other kids. He like did this every six years, he goes to a new city and starts a new family.

Tyler Durden : Fucker's setting up franchises. Tyler Durden : We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me.

What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. Narrator : Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden : Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. Tyler worked several night jobs. Partly to fund himself while engaging in general subversion, but also to set up situations enabling him to blackmail his employers later.

In addition to his jobs, Tyler made soap from human fat, which he collected from dumpsters behind liposuction clinics. He sold this soap to fancy department stores.

The soap also functioned as a source of materials for homemade explosives. It's likely that Tyler was busy setting all of this up during the time the Narrator was attending the groups and was sleeping through the night he thought he was, anyway. This would also be when he bought the Paper Street House under the Narrator's name. By the time the Narrator's insomnia returned, Tyler had already firmly established himself in the world behind the Narrator's back. Throughout the story, Tyler attempts to forcefully guide the Narrator to enlightenment by encouraging him to hit bottom.

He wanted to gradually destroy the Narrator's empty, societally-programmed self. If he had succeeded, there would have no longer been any distinction between the Narrator and Tyler, and the split "Tyler Durden" persona wouldn't have been needed anymore.

But by the end of the story, Tyler realized that he failed. The Narrator remained strongly opposed to Tyler's goals, and viewed Tyler's attempt to free him self as a hostile takeover of his mind. He never reached the full understanding that Tyler Durden was his real personality. The personality he percieved as "himself" was actually the fake, having been programmed into his head by society. At the end of the story, the Narrator appears to kill Tyler by shooting himself through the face.