![]() ![]() It hits hard with a candid reality, reflecting either the worst of humanity – or maybe the best of it. Certainly, like most Ellis books, it’s not easy reading for a Sunday afternoon. ![]() Less Than Zero is less of a traditional novel, more of a disjointed catalogue of the narrator’s experiences with narcotics and casual sex – so casual it eventually becomes a meaningless act, like repeating a word so many times it becomes a collection of phonetic sounds. ![]() Sounds bearable? Wait till you’ve reached page 100 of listening to stuck-up Californians bleat meaninglessly. ![]() Returning from New Hampshire, the rather unlikeable Clay meets up with his equally disagreeable friends at a series of parties, including the racist male model Trent and Alana, who makes a point of only sleeping with men who look like David Bowie and are left-handed. Following the existence of a posh, depraved, arrogant Californian yuppie, Clay, Ellis takes us through the sun-baked hedonism of the West Coast of America for the white elite. What I Think So Far: It’s rare that a book should focus so unflinchingly on one theme, but Bret Easton Ellis’ Less Than Zero is a book almost solely about hedonism. ![]()
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