I know lots of people have decided that now that they’re older, wiser and less angry with the world they’re over Brett Easton Ellis, and that his books, particularly his debut Less Than Zero and the callously excessive American Psycho , are just nasty, bitter and full of the kind of dead-eyed loathing that the world doesn’t need right now. But I’m not one of them. I think he does what he does exceptionally well, and that in a digital age his cold, detached cruelty is perhaps more resonant than ever. Just saying.
What halfwits think that about American Psycho? Send me their addresses. I’ll go round and sing Huey Lewis songs outside their windows.
Ha ha. Explaining as you do so why Fore! is a far superior album to Sports. Or was that the other way round.
Can’t remember. But Whitney Houston *is* one of the great jazz singers. Pass the Grey Poupon.
Makes me want to go back and read every darn one again. love the hoodie under suit jacket look too.
Same here. I think I’ll re-read Less Than Zero before reading the new one, Imperial Bedrooms as it’s technically the follow-up. Writing this post though, I was suddenly gripped by a need to revisit American Psycho ASAP!
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