Chuck Palahniuk, who has repeatedly let me down as an author, is now preparing to release a sequel to Fight Club in comic book form:

It will likely be a series of books that update the story ten years after the seeming end of Tyler Durden. Nowadays, Tyler is telling the story, lurking inside Jack, and ready to launch a come-back. Jack is oblivious. Marla is bored. Their marriage has run aground on the rocky coastline of middle-aged suburban boredom. It's only when their little boy disappears, kidnapped by Tyler, that Jack is dragged back into the world of Mayhem.

Baaaaarf. This is the literary equivalent of a rock band with one wildly successful album going out on a "reunion" tour twenty years later.