It’s quite a worrying thought that I read this at the age of twenty-six. Patrick Bateman is also twenty-six years old. I’m still living at home with my parents and am far from normal. Patrick Bateman works on Wall Street, he eats in fancy restaurants and has the latest technology and fashion. His life is far from normal. Not because of its extravagance, Patrick Bateman is a psychopath.
The American Dream is ripped, torn, slaughtered, beaten and left to bleed in this modern classic. American Psycho is a haunting tale that stays with you. It will make you blush, it will make you sick and it’ll make you envious. Often on the same page, Bret Easton Ellis gives the reader no rest from one extreme to the other, sex and violence clash head long. Bateman is looking for a thrill, a rush. He will go to any means to satisfy himself.
This book is not for the faint hearted, it’s also not for the impatient. Bateman is rich, successful and better than you. He takes his time in telling you so. A quarter of the book is easily a list of all the things you could never afford. Narcissistic doesn’t even cut it. This book is a sickening look at human nature, it’s interesting to discover what disgusts you the most. Probably says a lot about your own nature. Is it the pride? The greed? The lust? Or the wrath?