Will reviewing Bret Easton Ellis’ American Psycho kill this blog before it begins? Am I just opening myself up to a tirade of abuse from a portion of people who have never read this book, but have still made up their mind that this novel is the work of the devil?
Perhaps, but I will give it a go anyhow
Meet Patrick Bateman, a good-looking, fashion guru, racist, misogynistic, paranoid, self-centered, egotistical, snobbish New York yuppie. Patrick works in the Mergers & acquisitions department of the Wall Street firm of Pierce and Pierce, and he spends his days and nights in a late-1980s consumerist void, checking out ‘hardbodies’ and running up debts on his American Express platinum card and worrying about late fees for videotapes he rented… Oh, and did I mention he is also a sadistic serial killer, rapist, torturer of small animals and the narrator of American Psycho; one of the most controversial, memorable, and fantastically written satires in modern literature.