Thread 24635476

opinions on Bret Easton Ellis?

>>24635476 (OP)
If I had to name 3 historical figures alive or dead to share a meal with he would not be one of them.

sometimes I think "I've got HIV." sometimes I think "I've got brain cancer." sometimes I think "my ex cursed me with a spell she bought from that pakistani tea-lady." i really worry about these things, mostly when I'm sick and I don't feel very well. anyways. should I have yoghurt with honey for dessert, or something savoury with cheese ?

it's funny he likes delillo because delillo writes nothing but great elegant erudite witty sentences and i've never read a good easton ellis sentence. as in "damn that's a good sentence" good. prove me wrong

>>24635490
talk about the writer in the OP you fag

>>24635532
we've talked about him 1000 times. everything has been said. i want new threads. we are better than this. we are better than making the same fifty threads every single week. we need some goddamn innovation around here. we are supposed to be e/lit/e goddamn it !! are you with me !! HOORAHH

>>24635476 (OP)
Surprised he didn't die since all people are composites of media and technology. But he false short. Common post modern tropes n shit

can someone post a good sentence or paragraph he wrote. something actually well-written that proves he has a soul. i find his writing very bad prose-wise even though his plots can be compelling. but such dumbass prose. not even sloppy on purpose. dude is just dumb.

>>24635655
I just remember him listing a hundred brand names with every description. It does get tiring

Then I go outinto the damp, humid morning and get the paper, read the lm section and try to ignore the rain.Nothing much happens during the days it rains. One of mysisters buys a sh and puts it in the jacuzzi and the heatand chlorine kill it. I get these strange phone calls.Someone calls, usually late at night, and on my number,and when I answer the phone, the person on the other enddoesn't say anything for three minutes. I keep count. ThenI'll hear a sigh and the person hangs up. The street lightson Sunset get short-circuited, so a yellow light will be ashing at an intersection and then a green one will blink on for a couple of seconds, followed by the yellow and thenthe red and green lights will start to shine at the sametime.I get a message that Trent stopped by. He was wearing areally expensive suit, my sisters said, and driving someoneelse's Mercedes. "Friend of mine's," Trent told them. Healso told them to tell me that Scott O.D.'d. I don't knowwho Scott is. It keeps raining. And that night, after I getthree of the weird silent phone calls, I break a glass bythrowing it against the wall. No one comes in to see whatthe sound was. Then I lie on the bed, awake, take twentymilligrams of Valium to come o the coke, but it doesn'tget me to sleep. I turn MTV o and the radio on, but KNACwon't come in so I turn the radio o and stare out acrossthe Valley and look at the canvas of neon and uorescentlights lying beneath the purple night sky and I stand there,nude, by the window, watching the clouds pass and then Ilie on my bed and try to remember how many days I'vebeen home and then I get up and pace the room and lightanother cigarette and then the phone will ring. This is howthe nights are when it rains.I'm sitting in Spago with Trent and Blair and Trent sayshe's positive that there were people doing cocaine at thebar and I tell him why don't you go join them and he tellsme to shut up. Since we did half a gram before leavingTrent's apartment, none of us are too hungry, and we onlyorder appetizers and one pizza and keep drinkinggrapefruit juice and vodka. Blair keeps smelling her wristand humming along with the new Human League singlethat's playing over the stereo system. Blair asks the waiter,after he brings us our fourth round of greyhounds, if hewas at the Edge the other night. He smiles and shakes hishead."So tell me," Blair asks Trent. "Is Walker really analcoholic?""Yeah, yeah. Walker is," Trent says."I knew it. But Walker's great though. Walker's nice."Trent laughs and agrees, then looks at me.I'm totally startled for a moment

>>24635476 (OP)
He put peepee in pooper

>>24635836
what the flying fuck is this formatting

>>24635476 (OP)
American Psycho was pretty funny at times
Really fucking gross at times
And gave me boners at times
Fucking epic

I think the comment about him from David Foster Wallace is still very funny

>>24635977
well who's laughing now?

I'm reading Lolita rn and never knew that Patrick Bateman was so clearly based on Humbert Humbert at its base. Looked it up and BEE did say that Lolita is one of his favorite novels, makes sense

I like both Lolita and American Psycho. So far that's all I've read of Nabakov and/or Ellis

>>24636032
you should read Less Than Zero and Rules of Attraction at least

This one has always stuck with me. It's from chapter, End Of The 1980s, in American Psycho.

>...where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in.
>It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract.
>This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person’s love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term “generosity of spirit” applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire—meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in … this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged …

>>24637340
Different passage from the same chapter.


>… a flood of reality. I get an odd feeling that this is a crucial moment in my life and I’m startled by the suddenness of what I guess passes for an epiphany. There is nothing of value I can offer her. For the first time I see Jean as uninhibited; she seems stronger, less controllable, wanting to take me into a new and unfamiliar land—the dreaded uncertainty of a totally different world. I sense she wants to rearrange my life in a significant way—her eyes tell me this and though I see truth in them, I also know that one day, sometime very soon, she too will be locked in the rhythm of my insanity. All I have to do is keep silent about this and not bring it up—yet she weakens me, it’s almost as if she’s making the decision about who I am, and in my own stubborn, willful way I can admit to feeling a pang, something tightening inside, and before I can stop it I find myself almost dazzled and moved that I might have the capacity to accept, though not return, her love. I wonder if even now, right here in Nowheres, she can see the darkening clouds behind my eyes lifting. And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn’t and probably never will. This relationship will probably lead to nothing … this didn’t change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea …

>>24637343
End of the chapter.

>… and in the southern deserts of Sudan the heat rises in airless waves, thousands upon thousands of men, women, children, roam throughout the vast bushland, desperately seeking food. Ravaged and starving, leaving a trail of dead, emaciated bodies, they eat weeds and leaves and … lily pads, stumbling from village to village, dying slowly, inexorably; a gray morning in the miserable desert, grit flies through the air, a child with a face like a black moon lies in the sand, scratching at his throat, cones of dust rising, flying across land like whirling tops, no one can see the sun, the child is covered with sand, almost dead, eyes unblinking, grateful (stop and imagine for an instant a world where someone is grateful for something) none of the haggard pay attention as they file by, dazed and in pain (no—there is one who pays attention, who notices the boy’s agony and smiles, as if holding a secret), the boy opens and closes his cracked, chapped mouth soundlessly, there is a school bus in the distance somewhere and somewhere else, above that, in space, a spirit rises, a door opens, it asks “Why?”—a home for the dead, an infinity, it hangs in a void, time limps by, love and sadness rush through the boy …

>“Okay.”

>I am dimly aware of a phone ringing somewhere. In the café on Columbus, countless numbers, hundreds of people, maybe thousands, have walked by our table during my silence. “Patrick,” Jean says. Someone with a baby stroller stops at the corner and purchases a Dove Bar. The baby stares at Jean and me. We stare back. It’s really weird and I’m experiencing a spontaneous kind of internal sensation, I feel I’m moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.

I really liked The Shards, but I don't think he has another novel in him. He said so himself. He wants to write nonfiction, though, about celebrities and the people that have come on his podcast.

>>24635476 (OP)
American Psycho was one of the best representation of autism in fiction. It's remarkable

>>24637340
hmm ok this is not bad.

>>24637340
*chapter 54

his podcast is great

>>24635476 (OP)
overrated and part of the literary decline

>>24635476 (OP)
He's a literal faggot and lives with his boyfriend. Max Lawton is very close to him. Sus.

>>24637606
his boyfriend is in rehab currently still

>>24637606
unless he kept him drugged for rape purposes there's nothing wrong with that

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