Bret Easton Ellis

[IamFogHat]

Does anyone else like Bret Easton Ellis as much as me? I haven't read his last book, and The Informers was dismal, but Less than Zero, Rules of Attraction and American Psycho are some of my favorite books. I read Less than Zero all the time.

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[ChickenHawk]

I've only read American Psycho because I love the movie so much. Other than that, I haven't really checked out his other work.

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[TheMojoPin]

I really like American Psycho and Less Than Zero, but Rules of Attraction, for me, was infinitely improved in the movie version. The only other book of his I've tried reading was Glamorama, which was the complete opposite of being good.

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[JustJon]

I read American Psycho, Glamorama, and Rules of Attraction. I really liked AP. Rules was good, but the movie was better. Glamorama was just cheesy. The book had potential, but went into nonsense.

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[Jack_Doff]

I think he's awful. I've read a couple of his books and feel that he needs the help of a really good editor. I think most of his popularity has to do with his capturing a certain time period in his work. People who tend to like him lived in that period it seems.

[ChickenHawk]

Welcome back Jack!

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[JustJon]

I think Ellis' real appeal is his characters. They're really well developed, and all seem to have a dark edge to them.

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[Jack_Doff]

I'm not sure about the development of his characters. I mean, if you read American Psycho, Ellis himself suggests that people are nothing outside of the clothes they wear and material possessions. I didn't really feel a lot of development in Bateman's character, pretty much all he does is lecture me about clothes and music and then goes out and does something unbelievable. Not "holy cow, that's crazy" unbelievable, just "that's not possible" unbelievable.

[Tenbatsuzen]

Who is this Patrick Bateman fella?

I must explore further.



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[TheMojoPin]

We're not gonna talk about you, Tenbats.

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[Tenbatsuzen]

We're not gonna talk about you, Tenbats.



"That's the Mojo Pin. I see he's wearing a hooded sweatshirt from Old Navy, $25 dollars, along with some sensible slacks from some sort of department store, although I can't be bothered to know or understand what kind of bargain bin fashions he's decided to clothe himself with today. I finish my 60 minute ride on my Diamond Back recumbent bicycle, and look at myself in a mirror. My haircut looks nice. It was cut today by a different salon, where they charge less and I don't have to hear the insolent prattle of some bleached-hair whore trying to make small talk with me. I stretch and take a post-workout shower, using a Clinique body bar, $32 dollars, to wash myself, along with a facial scrub from Nivea. Usually I wouldn't lower myself to use products from the Supermarket, but Elizabeth recommended I use it. It doesn't have alcohol, but I've been noticing some dry skin around my nose. Although I'm not sure if that's from the change in my usual facial care routine or the extra round of tanning I've been doing at the local club."

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[Tenbatsuzen]

After finishing cleaning myself, I examing the Netflix DVDs I have on my entertainment center. I see I have Ginger Snaps 2, On Golden Pond, and the new version of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Although the original was a true delight, a cherished piece of my video collection, the new version, starring up-and-coming young actress Jessica Biel, is also a strong piece of celluloid. A metaphorical illusion on what powers the true dark natures of our own psyche and enviroment.

Do you like Bruce Springsteen? I do. I've been a big fan ever since his 1980 album, The River. The River was a two-LP set, featuring his only Top 5 hit, "Hungry Heart". Going back to Jessica Biel, I watch her lithe form with anticipation. I can feel my mouth fill with saliva and listen to my heart pounding inside my chest. I want to watch her breasts be filled with saline solution and then masturbate over the results.



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This message was edited by Tenbatsuzen on 3-2-05 @ 8:17 PM

[keithy_19]

I bought American Psycho in a Virgin Mega Store in Edinburgh Scotland over the summer. Never finished it. I enjoyed it, but some parts got to explicit to me. How he would hire hookers and then kill them, and describe what he does to a T. I dunno, I don't have a weak stomach, I guess I'd just rather not read that stuff.

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[HelghastElite]

Is it wrong that I could sit and "listen" to Tenbats do his Bateman impression all night long?

[Tenbatsuzen]

Friday


I met with mutual friends Jeffrey Shain and his fiance, Melissa at their home, my stomach turning when I realized his residence is larger than mine and in a better zip code. My digust is quelled when I run into Jeff's brother, an obvious metrosexual. I can't fathom which is filthier - the amount of nicotine and carcinogens he inhales, or the foul language he exhales. I disregard this observation when Jeff suggests that we leave for a late supper.

My apprehension arises when I realize we won't be able to get a table at a local Mexican cantina. I feel the bile burning in the back of my throat as the chirpy hostess tells me that it's a wait of over 45 minutes. I contemplate shoving the circular beeper into her vagina and then laughing while pouring haberno sauce in her eyes, but then Melissa suggests we go to a seafood restaurant next door with no wait.

We take a table at the restaurant. I usually despise seafood, but since I'm enjoying the company I'm in, which is rare, I figure I'll be able to get something partially digestible on the menu. I start to think about the new Velvet Revolver CD that I have left, unwrapped, on my coffee table at home. Velvet Revolver is one of these new "supergroups" comprised of the junkie lead singer from Stone Temple Pilots and refugees from Guns and Roses.

A round of mojitos is ordered. I find this "trendy drink" craze utterly repugnant, since I usually drink scotch or tequila. Elizabeth and Melissa encourage me to try one, and since I WANT TO FIT IN I reluctantly accept. Although I'd be more happy with a beer - even a domestic one - I take the fizzy and slightly sweet, slightly pungent drink and take a sip. The back of my teeth hurt.

The food comes. I ordered a fish and chips ($18) from the menu, and although the fat content is probably off the chart, I pick at it a bit, debating what I would have to to secure a grilled chicken sandwich with some barbecue sauce. I secretly want to go into the kitchen and hold the chef's hands down in the deep fryer. Making him scream would probably be on my list of things I'd rather do than eat this greasy concoction of cheap white fish and potatoes, dressed up to be "fancy".

I excuse myself to urinate, and on my way back to the table, I run into another server at the restaurant, someone who I used to work with at Fridays. A butch, angry lesbian, who I loved taunting, not because of her sexual preference, but rather because I found her weak and stupid. I see that she's wearing a "Bush is a Nazi" button, and I immediately feel an erection and rage growing at the same time. I fantasize about throwing her out the place glass windows that surround the restaurant, and then skewering her eyes with the glass olive toothpicks that they use for martinis in this restaurant.


Instead, I just embarass her by introducing her to Elizabeth by saing, "This is Stephanie. She likes girls. You can tell, can't you?"


The total was a little under 100 dollars. Jeff and I split it between our Amex and Platinum cards.





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[JustJon]

I'm not sure about the development of his characters. I mean, if you read American Psycho, Ellis himself suggests that people are nothing outside of the clothes they wear and material possessions. I didn't really feel a lot of development in Bateman's character, pretty much all he does is lecture me about clothes and music and then goes out and does something unbelievable. Not "holy cow, that's crazy" unbelievable, just "that's not possible" unbelievable.

But I think the growing insanity is what made Bateman an interesting character. He's breaking down and the boundaries between reality and fantasy fade for him. He's becoming self-destructive, and he's taking his reality with him.

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[blakjeezis]

He's breaking down and the boundaries between reality and fantasy fade for him. He's becoming self-destructive, and he's taking his reality with him.


Who, Bateman or Tenbats?
But seriously folks ...

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[Tenbatsuzen]

But I think the growing insanity is what made Bateman an interesting character. He's breaking down and the boundaries between reality and fantasy fade for him. He's becoming self-destructive, and he's taking his reality with him.


Bateman, ultimately, is a tragic character, and here's why... he had issues with everything. He had contempt for other people, contempt for women, contempt for those who loved him, and most important - contempt with himself, even though he had EVERYTHING. He tried so hard to fit in, he went around and became the exact opposite - the ultimate misfit. The problem was, the people around him were so shallow and vacant that they didn't recognize how gone he was.

I identify with Patrick Bateman because I am the exact same way. I have a lot of good things in my life, but I go through a lot of times when I feel nothing but contempt and disgust and have about zero happiness.



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[FMJeff]

i like warren ellis, but i guess that doesnt count...



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Friday


I met with mutual friends Jeffrey Shain and his fiance, Melissa at their home, my stomach turning when I realized his residence is larger than mine and in a better zip code. My digust is quelled when I run into Jeff's brother, an obvious metrosexual. I can't fathom which is filthier - the amount of nicotine and carcinogens he inhales, or the foul language he exhales. I disregard this observation when Jeff suggests that we leave for a late supper.

My apprehension arises when I realize we won't be able to get a table at a local Mexican cantina. I feel the bile burning in the back of my throat as the chirpy hostess tells me that it's a wait of over 45 minutes. I contemplate shoving the circular beeper into her vagina and then laughing while pouring haberno sauce in her eyes, but then Melissa suggests we go to a seafood restaurant next door with no wait.

We take a table at the restaurant. I usually despise seafood, but since I'm enjoying the company I'm in, which is rare, I figure I'll be able to get something partially digestible on the menu. I start to think about the new Velvet Revolver CD that I have left, unwrapped, on my coffee table at home. Velvet Revolver is one of these new "supergroups" comprised of the junkie lead singer from Stone Temple Pilots and refugees from Guns and Roses.

A round of mojitos is ordered. I find this "trendy drink" craze utterly repugnant, since I usually drink scotch or tequila. Elizabeth and Melissa encourage me to try one, and since I WANT TO FIT IN I reluctantly accept. Although I'd be more happy with a beer - even a domestic one - I take the fizzy and slightly sweet, slightly pungent drink and take a sip. The back of my teeth hurt.

The food comes. I ordered a fish and chips ($18) from the menu, and although the fat content is probably off the chart, I pick at it a bit, debating what I would have to to secure a grilled chicken sandwich with some barbecue sauce. I secretly want to go into the kitchen and hold the chef's hands down in the deep fryer. Making him scream would probably be on my list of things I'd rather do than eat this greasy concoction of cheap white fish and potatoes, dressed up to be "fancy".

I excuse myself to urinate, and on my way back to the table, I run into another server at the restaurant, someone who I used to work with at Fridays. A butch, angry lesbian, who I loved taunting, not because of her sexual preference, but rather because I found her weak and stupid. I see that she's wearing a "Bush is a Nazi" button, and I immediately feel an erection and rage growing at the same time. I fantasize about throwing her out the place glass windows that surround the restaurant, and then skewering her eyes with the glass olive toothpicks that they use for martinis in this restaurant.


Instead, I just embarass her by introducing her to Elizabeth by saing, "This is Stephanie. She likes girls. You can tell, can't you?"


The total was a little under 100 dollars. Jeff and I split it between our Amex and Platinum cards.





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Matty, this happened like last year

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[Tenbatsuzen]

Friday



Matty, this happened like last year



Part of American Psycho is that the time is non-linear and it jumps all over the place. Each chapter just starts with the day of the week or a location. Never anything specific.



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[FMJeff]

Friday



Matty, this happened like last year



Part of American Psycho is that the time is non-linear and it jumps all over the place. Each chapter just starts with the day of the week or a location. Never anything specific.



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it says something about someone when they invest time in imitating the mannerisms of a fictional serial killer...i don't know what but its not good...

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