Book: Imperial Bedrooms, Bret Easton Ellis. 2010 Alfred A. Knoph.
Why: When you think of describing fear, it’s not this that you think about but boy can you feel it, and see it.This is that fear/anxiety about life.
And, fear in, ‘spray-on tans and the teeth stained white.’ – perfect.
Texting is (naturally) creeping into modern books, but always seems so out of place, as though authors know they have to put it in as it’s what (most) people do (almost) everyday, but just can’t get it feeling natural. It’s perfect here, playing a kind of secondary narrative to the topic – fear.
It’s inspiring – off to pretend to be B.E.E. for a while now…..
When I scan the darkened room, smiling back at unfamiliar people, the fear returns and soon it’s everywhere and it keeps streaming forward: it’s in the looming success of the film we just watched, it’s in the young actors’ seductive questions about possible roles in ‘The Listeners’, and it’s in the texts they send walking away, their faces glowing from the cell light as they cross the cavernous lobby, and it’s in the spray-on tans and the teeth stained white. ‘I’ve been in New York the last four months’ is the mantra, my mask an expressionless smile.