INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER • In this modern classic, the acclaimed author of The Shards explores the incomprehensible depths of madness and captures the insanity of violence in our time or any other.
"A seminal book.” —The Washington Post
One of The Atlantic’s Great American Novels of the Past 100 Years
Patrick Bateman moves among the young and trendy in 1980s Manhattan. Young, handsome, and well educated, Bateman earns his fortune on Wall Street by day while spending his nights in ways we cannot begin to fathom. Expressing his true self through torture and murder, Bateman prefigures an apocalyptic horror that no society could bear to confront.
“A masterful satire and a ferocious, hilarious, ambitious, inspiring piece of writing.... An important book.” —Katherine Dunn, bestselling author of Geek Love
Look for Bret Easton Ellis’s latest novel, The Shards!
You see, there is not much of a story here. This is my first problem. There doesn't seem to be a plot that moves forward, no climax, there simply is no point. I guess the comparison with "Catcher int he Rye" fits really well. Moreover, I don't get along with Bret Easton Ellis' style. For example whenever Bateman meets somebody he gives very detailed information about what the person wears. I am aware that this is supposed to show how shallow the protagonist is but for the reader it's just extremely frustrating. If Bateman encounters a group of people, you get a page of clothing description. Sometimes it feels like half of the book is nothing but a list of designer clothing.
However, another point is the extreme violence pictured throughout the novel. These descriptions are just as detailed as the others. Before you read the book you should be aware that very disgusting and violent things will be described. My problem here is that all of these very sick chapters seems to have no point. When you read a crime story there is sense in giving details about the crime itself and there is a moving forward in the story (it gets solved). But here it appears completely useless as there is no real plotline, no real middle, beginning or end. It's just violence for violence's sake.
A few months back I read another book by Bret Easton Ellis and wasn't to fond of it either. I guess I'll just never be friends with his writing style.
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