Less Than Zero
Bret Easton Ellis
Started July 2, 2007
Finished July 16, 2007
I think this may actually be my new favorite Bret Easton Ellis book. It also happens to be his first one. I didn't think much of
Glamorama (second most recent) so I didn't read
Lunar Park (most recent), but I've liked everything older than that to varying degrees. I've heard his next book might be a sequel to
Less Than Zero, so hopefully he'll be on an upswing (although we all know how sequels tend to compare to the originals). Anyway,
Less Than Zero is apparently based on the Elvis Costello song of the same name (which I haven't heard yet, but now want to track down...). In the book, the protagonist has an Elvis Costello poster hanging on his ceiling that looks down on him (Like God? Accusingly? Providing moral judgment? Now is where I suppose it'd be cool to know more about Elvis Costello and his music, because he's definitely a presence in this novel.)
According to good old wikipedia, Ellis is considered one of the major Gen X writers, and he's definitely got a thing for those 80s drugged out rich kids (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bret_Easton_Ellis). Even though I'm not always into what he's doing, at least he's definitely doing something a little different than most of what's out there. He likes to push the envelope and shock. Like typical Ellis, there's tons of seemingly random drugs and sex, and it seems to create a tone of disconnect within the novel. It just seems to have a more pointed effect in this novel. Clay comments on his "need to see the worst" and Ellis doesn't let him look away.
He's definitely channeling Ernest Hemingway in style in this one. There's a definite sense that the narrator, Clay, is only scratching the very surface of the things he comments on. Though I don't think he ever offers up how some pretty fucked up events make Clay feel, Ellis kind of gives you road signs to Clay's internal workings. Like the fascination with the dying coyote. There's also a bit of a Gatsby moment with Clay and an ominous billboard (in addition to the ominous, judgmental Elvis Costello poster...).
Probably the key scene in the book for me:
'"It's... I don't think it's right."
"'What's right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it."
I lean up against the wall. I can hear Spin moaning in the bedroom and then the sound of a hand slapping maybe a face.
"But you don't need anything. You have everything," I tell him.
Rip looks at me. "No. I don't."
"What?"
"No. I don't."
There's a pause and then I ask, "Oh, shit, Rip, what don't you have?"
"I don't have anything to lose."