Tuesday, January 31, 2017

American Psycho, by Bret Easton Ellis



If ever there is a book that captured the essence and excess of the late 1980s, it is American Psycho. It is a book that is set so comfortably in that era, that I don’t believe it would work in any other before or since. Yes, the subject could be carried over to the ‘90s or 2000s, or even the ‘50s or ‘70s, but to work on the level that this book did, it could only be set in the age of high technology, and the hustle and bustle of Manhattan and Wall Street. This is the same decade that gave us a litany of Wall Street-set films, and presented the need to develop wealth as almost altruistic: Wall Street, Risky Business, The Secret to My Success, Trading Places. 9 to 5. If you watched a lot of movies in the 1980s, you NEEDED to make money. The Patty Winters Show this morning was about used cars salesmen and the strangest things they’ve found in trunks.


Ellis wrote this book at the end of the decade, at the time we finally started to look hard at yuppie worship, and he produced a masterful story that put a fun-house mirror in front of society. The reflection glaring back at us, through blood-shot eyes surrounded by a blood-splattered face, was Patrick Bateman.

Pat Bateman, a Wall Street playboy who excels at murders and executions, er mergers and acquisitions, and who spends his evenings visiting the many clubs and restaurants in New York City with his friends(?), co-workers (?), and girlfriend (?). They are all adrift in a sea of rich, superficial professionals, whose only goals appear to be to bang the closest hardbody and eat at the most exclusive restaurants.

What sets Pat Bateman apart from the rest of the characters, is that he knows that’s what it’s all about. He knows they’re all self-obsessed. He sees the muddy banks they’re all trying to scramble up, that lead only to more muddy banks, and he’s laughing at them. He’s laughing at them and himself, because he knows that to reach the top of that bank is to only set his eyes on the next one. But he feels compelled to do it.

Bateman has a slew of idiosyncrasies: His obsession with music (there are three chapters dedicated to espousing the brilliance of Genesis, Whitney Houston, and Huey Lewis), his obsession with style, with renting and returning video tapes. He all but plans his day around morning and nighttime talk shows. I could go on, but the point I’m trying to make is, Pat Bateman is a psycho, but also the most human character in this book.

Watching Bateman decline through the book, slowly at first and then picking up speed, then slowing and jerking forward, is a treat. Bearing witness to his atrocities and his descriptions is sinfully delicious, and packed with enough humor to almost bring levity to the horrors he commits. He cries because he doesn’t know if he’s microwaving a head correctly.

Writing about Bateman is hard. “There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman…”

So, I’m going to write about my experience with this book, because I experienced so many conflicts as I read through, and I think they were the exact responses Ellis was shooting for.

For the first 100 pages, I thought I was reading the most over-rated and boring novel with one-dimensional characters and no plot. It took me four days to get through them.

The second 100 pages developed enough momentum, and I started to see Bateman as he was: a three-dimensional character in a world filled with outlines of people. There was some sex and murder, but nothing I’d call world shattering. It took me two days to get through those pages.

The third 100 pages ripped me out of my fucking chair and took me into Bateman’s head like no other novel has ever been able to do. I began to see the other characters like he did. The world he lived in started to make sense to me, and, even more scary, I saw why it shouldn’t make sense at all. I don’t know how long it took me to read those 100 pages, because I devoured the balance of the book, 200 pages in all, in one day.

Some people won’t like this book. Half of it could be cut just by omitting the fashion advice and learning about who is wearing whom. But that’s one idiosyncrasy that holds up through the entire book, wavering only once that I saw, as if his need to know fashion is the only thing rooting him in the world of sanity. It’s gory. Possibly overly so. It’s the literary equal to the season 7 premier of that show about early morning mall walkers. The sex scenes are so graphic as to put the movie’s versions to shame.

In the end, the reader must ask themselves: did any of that really happen, or was it all (or most or some) in his head? There are clues that lend credibility to the latter. Paul Owen’s disappearance and what later happens in his apartment... his housekeeper never questioning the copious amounts of blood she has to clean up… finding a bone in his Dove bar… These are all things that make the reader take pause and ask that question. What do I think, you wonder?

I, uh, have to go rent—I mean—return some videos.

5 comments:

  1. Chad, I feel the same about this book. Ellis crafted Bateman in such a way that the audience is able to interpret their own version of what really happened. I especially liked that you pointed out how Bateman feels like the only human character in the book, while everyone else is just a cardboard cutout that filled up space. It added to that classic isolated feel in horror even though the setting is the sprawling New York City. The reader is trapped in Bateman's perspective and he is alone among crowds of others.

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  2. Reading your blog post, it was like listening to Pat Bateman. Your OCD account of how many pages in how many days had me smiling knowingly.

    I completely agree (as you know) with this review and especially your point that it couldn't have been successful in any other decade.

    I kinda want to believe that he did all the things he says he did--so deliciously evil.

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  3. I think the slow build to Patrick's worst behavior and the escalation of his madness wouldn't work as well if those first hundred pages were cut. They did feel a little torturous to read, but after finishing it, I almost think they were necessary. Would his horrors have been as impactful if the whole book was full throttle madness and murder?

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  4. I was just as impressed with Ellis as you were. He successfully created such a twisted and bleak outlook on modern society, particularly for the wealthy class. However, that dragging feeling you described when starting the novel sort of stayed with me for the entire book. When I got to the end, I appreciated it as a whole, but didn't really enjoy the reading it took to get there. It's very similar to how I feel about Catcher In the Rye.

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  5. Chad, I liked your point about Bateman being the only three-dimensional character in the whole book! You're absolutely right. Your crawl through the book mirrored mine -- excruciatingly slow at first (just how much name-dropping can one person take?), but then speeding up, and finally FLYING through the gore. A brilliant mess of a book that could not have been written in any other time, I agree.

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