Posts tagged as Bret Easton Ellis
"The problem is that the culture has superseded Ellis"
"If Ellis-or anyone else-wants to write about the sordid world of money and fame, the real achievement would be uncovering what's vital and sentient beneath the insipid numbness, or revealing a path toward it without false redemption or sentimentality. Ellis accepts the status quo, presumes there's nothing but the narrow range of feeling it circumscribes, and in doing so, tacitly endorses it. His author photo may be a joke about narcissism, but facts are facts: The guy spent two days posing for his picture." READ MORE
Bret Easton Ellis in Australia: "It Was Really About Me"
The place where Bret Easton Ellis came to talk about his new novel Imperial Bedrooms could best be described as Bret Easton Ellisian. It is a rock club on Sydney's Oxford Street, called the Oxford Art Factory, that looks and feels like it was modeled on a party from the film version of Less Than Zero. It's split into two rooms divided by a huge floor to ceiling window of sound-proof glass. One room houses DJs and a giant wall given over to a rotation of street artists who paint it over every few months. The other room is the band room, with a stage and tiers. There's a popcorn vending machine, and a black and white photo-booth. It's of course where Robyn played about three years ago, and "no one knew who she even was, man." Things inside there are either neon or white, or black, and lit with red lights or strobes. The bathrooms are notable for just how many surfaces in them are covered in mirrors. READ MORE
The Passing Of J.D. Salinger: Another View
This has since been deleted-and then reposted!-but we thought we'd still share. [Via]
Bret Easton Ellis Is Alive And Hiding In Los Angeles
Where is Bret Easton Ellis? He is living in Los Angeles, spending lots of time on Facebook, and also he is finishing the sequel to "Less Than Zero," which will allegedly be published a year from now, according to Dana Goodyear. Also he is struggling with Twitter. And quoting Joan Didion, perhaps unknowingly.
