The two short stories in the book are an excellent introduction to Ellis's work and not having the stomach to read a full-length novel of his, I decided to give them a shot.
It was exactly what I expected. Amoral, vacuous characters, unable to feel the tiniest sting of emotion, lost in a maze they can never exit, living forever in the same moment again and again, unable to break the vicious circle of addiction and pain. Ellis writes in long repeating sentences that take you on a roller-coaster ride you want to get off from. The narrative that jumb-cuts from one scene to the next evokes the fragmented memories of a heavy drinker or a junkie. The words are dirty. The world stinks. The story lingers in your mind long after you've put the book down.
There's no doubt Ellis is a master writer. The problem is that it's all taken to such extreme that his technique jumps out of the page and stares you in the face. The characters are not believable. They are just mannequins for Ellis's obsessions. The plot and the settings never become believable, they don't draw you into them.
And for me, I guess the biggest turn-off was that I just couldn't get into this nihilist frame of mind. Ironically, I ended up thinking: what was the point of all this? Was it supposed to be a commentary on our hyper-consumerist society? Reality is way more different than that. Was I supposed to feel sorry for the main characters? Fuck them. They brought it all upon themselves, and hurt others in the process.
Every review contains a mix of objective and subjective opinion. Was it a good book and did I enjoy it? Bret Easton Ellis may mark high scores as one of the greatest authors of our time, but I'm sorry to report that he is not my cup of tea. Will you find this review helpful? Probably not.