Must’ve been back in the eighties when I was reading a number younger, brat-pack-ish authors like Jay McInerney, Tama Janowitz, and Ellis.
Ha, that’s funny, I went through exactly the same thing. Slaves of New York, another great title.
American Psycho was actually a pretty good book. It’s like the movies Taxi Driver and Barton Fink where all the action is really taking place inside the narrator’s head and not really happening (okay, people will usually arugue Taxi Driver, but Barton Fink is just an annoying visual puzzle, too precious, the worst kind of ‘literary’ djones is right about).
I gotta think that post about American Psycho was going for sarcastic. I gotta….