Look if you’re gonna credit Brett Easton Ellis in the acknowlegements, I better be able to tell what level of irony you are doing that on. A weird thing about this book is that there is no dramatic tension, deliberately so by construction. A Certain Hunger is the memoir of a self admitted psychopathic food critic who has murdered and eaten parts of several of her lovers over the course of her career, written from her jail cell. This leads to two things being the case […]