The Good Parts of Chuck Palahniuk's Grand Gang Bang

You can always count on novelist Chuck Palahniuk to deliver some pretty raunchy sex, from Tyler Durden and Marla Singer going at it in "Fight Club" to depraved sex addict Victor Mancini taking anything he can get in "Choke."

For his new book, "Snuff," Palahniuk takes raunchy copulation to new levels of absurdity by telling the story of the largest filmed gang bang ever (600 guys total), told through the point of view of guys number 72, 137 and 600 as well as Sheila the producer.

Even with our callous sense of decency, we're not able to provide some of the more provocative passages. There were, however, a few literary morsels we thought might whet your appetite for more "Snuff" ...

Check out some excerpts after the jump.

Mr. 600: "On the TVs, I'm an old-time caveman daisy-chained in an orgy with a tribe of other humanoids, dirty and hairy and hunched over, none of us quite human, not yet evolved."

Sheila: "During the First World War, I told her, Hitler had been a runner, delivering message between the German trenches, and he was disgusted by seeing his fellow soldiers visit French brothels. To keep the Aryan bloodlines pure, and prevent the spread of venereal disease, he commissioned an inflatable doll that Nazi troops could take into battle. Hitler himself designed the dolls to have blond hair and large breasts. The Allied firebombing of Dresden destroyed the factory before the dolls could go into wide distribution. True fact."

Mr. 137: "I'm telling Ms. Wright how moved I was by her performance as a struggling, unstoppable teacher yearning to make a difference among disadvantaged students. ... Her character's vulnerability and determination, she was the best part of watching The A--hole Jungle. Later released as How Reamed Was My Valley. Later re-released as Inside Miss Jean Brodie."

Mr. 72: "My adopted dad was an accountant for a big Fortune 500 corporation. Him, me and my adopted mom lived in the suburbs in an English Tudor house with a gigantic basement where he fiddled with model trains. The other dads were lawyers and research chemists, but they all ran model trains. Every weekend they could, they'd load into a family van and cruise into the city for research. Snapping pictures of gang members. Gang graffiti. Sex workers walking their tracks. Litter and pollution and homeless heroin addicts. All this, they'd study and bicker about, trying to outdo each other with the most realistic, the grittiest scenes of urban decay they could create in HO train scale in a subdivision basement."

For more, check out Chuck Palahniuk's book, "Snuff."