Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis
July 15, 2009
“Hey Baby, what’s the story?” says Victor Ward, It Boy of the moment. “Never mind, spare me.”
It’s so cold that frost is creeping along the walls as Victor brushes confetti off the sleeve of his Comme des garçons tux. Later in the script, Victor will be recruited by models-slash-terrorists and eased into senseless violence. For now, he’s oblivious.
“It’s what you don’t know that matters the most.”
As Victor flirts inattentively, from somewhere, an ominously relevant song from the 90s begins to play.
I am faux-freaked out by this book.
It’s the same plot as Zoolander but it’s hardly funny.
