stalking bret easton ellis
I originally read Bret Easton Ellis’ novels Less Than Zero and The Rules of Attraction when I was in high school. I was just a few years younger than the novels anti-protagonists but my life couldn’t have been more different. I found sex and drugs almost impossible to come by and far from being detached and emotionally numb everything mattered a great deal to me. Still, there’s something about Ellis’ Less Than Zero, Rules of Attraction and later American Psycho that’s haunted me for years. Apparently it’s haunted Ellis as well, if I correctly understand the plot of his 2005 psuedo-memior novel Luna Park which deals with a writer living in a haunted house.
A couple weeks ago I watched the 1987 film version of Less Than Zero mostly on a whim. A young, drug addled Robert Downey Jr., a ridiculously soft-featured James Spader as a bad ass drug dealer, the Bangles singing Simon and Garfunkel classics… Since then I’ve really wanted to read the book again. Looking up Less Than Zero on amazon.com I discovered that it now has a sequel, Imperial Bedrooms.
I find myself wanting Imperial Bedrooms with a passion I generally reserve for unattainable men. I started reading it in a bookstore in Ithaca. It begins with the narrator’s discussion of the previous book and the movie it was made into, continue to disclose the fate of a leading character, victim of a gruesome murder, their corpse in its blood streaked white Tom Ford suit mistaken for an American flag. I ordered a copy a couple days ago. I feel an obsession coming on….
A couple weeks ago I watched the 1987 film version of Less Than Zero mostly on a whim. A young, drug addled Robert Downey Jr., a ridiculously soft-featured James Spader as a bad ass drug dealer, the Bangles singing Simon and Garfunkel classics… Since then I’ve really wanted to read the book again. Looking up Less Than Zero on amazon.com I discovered that it now has a sequel, Imperial Bedrooms.
I find myself wanting Imperial Bedrooms with a passion I generally reserve for unattainable men. I started reading it in a bookstore in Ithaca. It begins with the narrator’s discussion of the previous book and the movie it was made into, continue to disclose the fate of a leading character, victim of a gruesome murder, their corpse in its blood streaked white Tom Ford suit mistaken for an American flag. I ordered a copy a couple days ago. I feel an obsession coming on….