I read it because I found American Psycho interesting, in a rather bone-chilling way, and Bret Easton Ellis wrote both that book and Glamorama. Up until about halfway through, I was thinking: surely someone's got to buy the rights and make a film out of this, then, as our washboard-abbed central character (Victor Ward) becomes Victor Johnson, and reverts back again, people...
more I read it because I found American Psycho interesting, in a rather bone-chilling way, and Bret Easton Ellis wrote both that book and Glamorama. Up until about halfway through, I was thinking: surely someone's got to buy the rights and make a film out of this, then, as our washboard-abbed central character (Victor Ward) becomes Victor Johnson, and reverts back again, people start dying in the most horrific ways and the sex scenes grow monstrously creeping tentacles, you realise that Ellis has blown the new classic taboos to smithereens, and proceeds to rub the reader's neck in them while setting about ones you didn't know existed. For a while during this read, I seriously started thinking about potentially censoring this book in some way for kids. If that isn't an advertisement for Ellis, I don't know what is.
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