I've always had a love-hate opinion of the novelist Bret Easton Ellis. For the most part I don't think he's really that talented, most of his books are boring, and, in the interviews I've heard with him, he sounds like a massive asshole.
However, I do think his 1991 novel American Psycho is absoutely brilliant and, in a depressing way, it seems more relevant than ever. It's a classic.
Ellis is from LA and lives there now but, in the late 1980s and 1990s, he lived in NYC. He recently returned to the city after a long absence to promote his new TV show and, in this interview, he talks about his life in NYC.
What's funny is that, for many, the NYC of the '80s and '90s was a rough, terrible time of crime, crack, AIDS, and decay. But for Ellis it was a golden age, a wonderful fun time that he misses. Apparently he doesn't know how anyone could live in 2020s NYC!
It's a reminder than one person's paradise can be another person's hell -- and vice versa.







