American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
Patrick Bateman is an American Psycho. He’s a successful Wall Street broker in the eighties, he gets nose bleeds from the amount of cocaine he takes, and he’s the source of all men’s fashion knowledge for his friends. He also murders colleagues, strangers, hookers and bums, alternately keeping them, eating them and torturing them in graphic detail.
Wow. Yuck. Is this really us? Could we really be this society? Is this really a satire? Or just a disturbing stream-of-consciousness rant by a writer with a razor-sharp but slightly sick intellect and the desire to shock the shit out of us? Was this really written 20 years ago? I wonder if Easton Ellis thinks we’ve become worse or better?
