Well it is nice to praise the books and cover them with flowers from morning to evening, but there are not only masterpieces in life. Disappointment is a feeling that is part of the daily drive. I know that in saying what follows, I take the risk of attracting the ire of many and launch a public appeal to the lynching, but never mind, I say it anyway: I do not like it at all, at all, at all, at all American Psycho Bret Easton Ellis of . Indeed the author himself would tend to irritate me a bit. Here it is said. And even worse, as I did not like the book, as I liked the movie. (Ah, the species tare!)
Yet it is not like me not to appreciate this kind of novel. It had everything to seduce me: good writing, cruelty unparalleled anthology of a character, a nihilistic serial killer who is more, a clever satire of our modern Rastignac and the consumer society, passages of horror A ferocious violence ... in short all the ingredients were there for me to have a good time. Unfortunately, the mayonnaise has not taken. I thought it was long, tedious, and despite all the torture scenes that dot the book, I'm bored. There are passages that I found ingeniously soporific and I think I finished this novel just to give me a clear conscience.
And then I found it too much. It did not particularly shocked because it's true that my heart is very well hung and I can redeem the worst details without flinching an inch, but I found it too. Too free, too long, too much time lost and helpless I felt any interest in this book.
Nevertheless, I welcome the talent of its author, the idea of his novel and the creation of a mythical character as Pat (rick) Bateman (besides, I realize that I know some of Pat Bateman repressed).
So you'll understand if you want to piss off, read this book (of course that opinion is up to me) ...
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