In this seductive and chillingly nihilistic novel, Bret Easton Ellis, the author of American Psycho, returns to Los Angeles, the city whose moral badlands he portrayed unforgettably in Less Than Zero. This time is the early eighties. The characters go to the same schools and eat at the same restaurants. Their voices enfold us as seamlessly as those of DJs heard over a car radio. They have sex with the same boys and girls and buy from the same dealers. In short, they are connected in the only way people can be in that city. Dirk sees his best friend killed in a desert car wreck, then rifles through his pockets for a last joint before the ambulance comes. Cheryl, a wannabe newscaster, chides her future stepdaughter, aYou're tan but you don't look happy.a Jamie is a clubland carnivore with a taste for human blood. As rendered by Ellis, their interactions compose a chilling, fascinating, and outrageous descent into the abyss beneath L.A.'s gorgeous surfaces. From the Trade Paperback edition.... to get out of here and we finish our drinks and go to my car and get in and Ia#39;m sort of drunk and dona#39;t turn on the radio ... say a word about how nice my car is and so I finally ask this bitch, while uselessly opening the sunroof to impress her, anbsp;...
|Author||:||Bret Easton Ellis|
|Publisher||:||Vintage - 2010-06-09|