![]() ![]() ![]() His apartment, housed in the same building in which Tom Cruise owns the penthouse suite, is an interior designer’s wet dream. ![]() He is superbly educated, outstandingly networked, exquisitely attired. He is handsome there can be no denying this. If you’re an unsure yet comely prostitute, or an ecstasy-addled socialite, you’ll probably die in it. If you’re an attractive, elegantly dressed woman of a certain social set, you’ve probably shared his bed. He’s the guy you had Waldorf salad/ apéritifs/ a candid sauna conversation/ a three course dinner/ a tray of Bellinis with, last Friday/ weekend/ fortnight/ financial quarter, at Indochine/ Dorsia/ 21/ Tunnel/ Pastels/ the Hamptons, with… oh who remembers, really? He’s a member of your yacht club/ exclusive gym/ Harvard graduating class, and you get your ties/ pocket squares/ tans/ dry cleaning from the same places. Published in 1991 by Vintage Books, New York. Thank you for introducing me to Patrick Bateman, and thank you even more for not doing so in person. This review is affectionately and irreverently dedicated to Joshua X. ![]()
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