One night, Bateman or, rather, Halberstam takes Owen out to dinner. But I can't overcome the fact that I hated reading the repetitive formula of : character talks about meaningless shit, character talks about or participates in unappealing and super-extreme sex, then character makes a gruesome kill. Bateman's supposed victims seem to reappear; he is involved in an impossibly lengthy police shoot-out which yields no retribution; he begins to step outside himself, narrating from a third-person perspective. I found the beginning of the book to be very funny in a dark, satirical way. Which one of you is ready to snap? This book stands head and shoulders above the rest as the most disturbing book I've ever read. I gotta return some videotapes. And yet, even after almost 36 hours have ticked by, the only word that keeps bubbling up to the surface of my consciousness is.
Now I have a bookshop, but then I had a bar. Everyone believes Bateman is a nice guy, the shy boy next door. Patrick Bateman Patrick Bateman is the main character of the novel and serves as the narrator for the most part as well. Edgy, but not unduly shocking; an excellent period piece for the Reagan eighties and the Masters-Of-The-Universe era on Wall Street. Patrick takes a swig of his whiskey. He was also the best known film director in the world.
The end of the story gave the reader nothing to wrap up the madness of it all. Instead of understanding people, he focuses on consumerism to figure out the kind of person they are. It all comes down to reading preference for me. As in, sites that encouraged married people to have affairs with others looking for affairs. The book is a heavy critique on consumerism and the ridiculous nature of it. But 'The Greatest Love of All' is one of the best, most powerful songs ever written, about self-preservation, dignity, its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills one with the hope that it's not too late to better ourselves.
It shines with an ethereal glow in the dim light of the conference room, even though it is basically identical to the rest of their cards. Paul's, then says he just wants to help. What do your boy Sparky think? At the same time, Bateman has gotten into the habit of soliciting prostitutes and killing them as well. Torture of the characters, torture of the reader, and Ellis himself described writing it as a kind of torture too. He tortures, murders and eats the other one -- and yet in a penultimate vignette Bateman starts to wonder if the love of a good woman could somehow reform him. Many people have no strong desire to read sustained passages of pornographic and misogynistic violence, in which, for instance, masked men urinate on a bound actress. No one wants to believe that the boy next door could hurt someone, so everyone chooses to ignore Bateman's confessions.
My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. Lives could have been saved if instead of living in a high-rise, Bateman had been supplied with a basement, a workbench and a lot of nails to pound. His attorney then calls him back and laughs off the murders, saying that it is impossible that he killed those people because he is too much of a coward and also he could not have committed the crime because he was having dinner with him twice that week when it occurred. So again, the purpose of the author was definitely fulfilled; it just wasn't the kind of book I enjoy reading. Watch out for these two types of brainless reviews. In addition, he seems to have some anger problem and schizophrenia.
It affected me quite strongly, which bespeaks the power of this narrative. By the end of 'American Psycho,' Bateman has killed many obstacles; he confesses his crimes, but no one believes him. Kimball is leaning over Jean's desk, talking to her about any reservations Paul Allen might have made. Look man, we'd probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but dramatize how dark and stupid everything is? A Rose for Emily is more of a southern gothic genre. Harron is less impressed by the vile Patrick Bateman than a man might have been, perhaps because as a woman who directs movies, she deals every day with guys who resemble Bateman in all but his body count.
What the hell is so impressive about that?? Bateman tells him to calm down. He looks like he's about to cry. But, I absolutely loved it. Was he a friend of yours? He says hi to her. You don't skip over the bits about his facial creams, you absorb it and afterwards let your jaw drop that he is more passionate about it than any human life, or feeling.
Well, firstly I will just comment on the violence in this novel and say that it contains some of the most graphic torture and killings that I have ever read about both in the real and fictional world. In American Psycho, there was really only one moment that felt like the kind of grace note I loved in the earlier book, and I'll paste it here: We had to leave the Hamptons because I would find myself standing over our bed in the hours before dawn, with an ice pick gripped in my fist, waiting for Evelyn to open her eyes. None of it ever happened. That entails more than murder, which a lot of people reviewing this book completely miss. I just bought it on my way over here! Patrick is a serial rapist and murderer who is filled with sadistic and abominable thoughts often concerning homicide, torture and sex. Bateman, despite his raging homophobia, is also oddly unable to kill his closeted gay co-worker Luis after Luis confesses his love-that-cannot-be-named for Patrick.
He stops and looks behind him, to see a homeless man by some piles of trash. See Pat store body parts in random places. A woman walks by and he starts following her. The 1 most shocking fact about this book: It was soooo boring. Reading American Psycho is a much less enjoyable experience than you might think, based on its titillating reviews or even Guinevere Turner's smart film adaptation which was my original impetus for reading the book. Early in the novel, Bateman fantasizes about committing violent acts.
Easton Ellis is very skilled at creating characters. Christian Bale is heroic in the way he allows the character to leap joyfully into despicability; there is no instinct for self-preservation here, and that is one mark of a good actor. A few days later, Bateman goes into his dry cleaners to complain that they did not get blood out of his jacket as requested. Some time later, Bateman has a date with a young woman who would rather go to a concert where her ex-boyfriend is playing. This is what traps you and makes the book so addicting.