TW: mentions of rape, violent murder Welp, I guess the fourth time is a charm. Brett Easton Ellis’ thing is never going to be my thing. Vomiting brand names, writing with a mix of flatness and kinetic energy, satirizing culture to the point where there’s no line. Glamorama was trash and the rest of his works have never done much for me. However, I’ve read a lot lately about New York City in the 80s and what Wall Street was like in that time. I also read […]