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Returning to Los Angeles from his Eastern college for a Christmas vacation in the early 1980s, Clay "reenters a landscape of limitless privilege and absolute moral entropy, where everyone drives Porsches, dines at Spago, and snorts mountains of cocaine ... A raw, powerful portrait of a lost generation."--Back cover.… (plus d'informations)
bluepiano: Also about apparently worldly young passing away the time. More like reportage than like Ellis's sidelong appeal to readers' symapthies/antipathies and is the better book for that
Première œuvre d'Ellis, Moins que zéro s'impose d'entrée comme une référence de la littérature américaine. Le style n'est pas encore maîtrisé avec autant d'assurance que dans un American Psycho par exemple, mais il se révèle unique et précurseur. Les maisons de Beverly Hills et la jeunesse dorée l'Hollywood constituent de parfaits décors et personnages pour la représentation du trou noir de notre système de valeurs contemporaines. C'est drôle, c'est vide, c'est énervant, c'est direct, c'est addictif, c'est corrosif, c'est copié mais jamais égalé. C'est Ellis. ( )
THE roman de la génération MTV. L'incarnation "sex, drug & rock" des années 80's. L.A n'est plus une ville mais un refuge pour une jeunesse abandonnée à son sort, mais profondément attachante. Le premier Bret Eason Ellis n'est-il pas finalement le meilleur...? ( )
Le premier livre de Bret Easton Ellis. Des adolescents riches, cruels et desoeuvrés cherchent de quoi se distraire ou se droguer, au bord des piscines de Los Angeles. Il est devenu un grand avec American Psycho, et un total Grand avec son dernier, Lunar Park
The narrator, Clay, and his friends - who have names like Rip, Blair, Kim, Cliff, Trent and Alana - all drive BMW's and Porsches, hang out at the Polo Lounge and Spago, and spend their trust funds on designer clothing, porno films and, of course, liquor and drugs. None of them, so far as the reader can tell, has any ambitions, aspirations, or interest in the world at large. And their philosophy, if they have any at all, represents a particularly nasty combination of EST and Machiavelli: ''If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it.''
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"This is the game that moves as you play..." --X
"There's a feeling I get when I look West..." --Led Zeppelin
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For Joe McGinniss
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People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles.
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Disappear here!
The psychiatrist I see during the four weeks I'm back is young and has a beard and drives a 450 SL and has a house in Malibu (...) Sometimes I'll yell at him and he'll yell back. I tell him that I have this bizarre sexual fantasies and his interest will increase noticeably. I'll start to laugh for no reason and then feel sick.
Next day I stop by Julian's house in Bel Air with the money in a green envelope. He's lying on his bed in a wet bathing suit watching MTV. It's dark in the room, the only light coming from the black and white images on the television.
"You must do something" "Oh, I don't know." "What do you do?" she asks. "Things, I guess". I sit on the matress. "Like what?" "I don't know. Things." My voice breaks and for a moment I think about the coyote and I think that I'm going to cry, but it passes and I just want to get my vest and get out of here.
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There was a song I heard when I was in Los Angeles by a local group. The song was called “Los Angeles” and the words and images were so harsh and bitter that the song would reverberate in my mind for days. The images, I later found out, were personal and no one I knew shared them. The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children. Images of people, teenagers my own age, looking up from the asphalt and being blinded by the sun. These images stayed with me even after I left the city. Images so violent and malicious that they seemed to be my only point of reference for a long time afterwards. After I left.
Returning to Los Angeles from his Eastern college for a Christmas vacation in the early 1980s, Clay "reenters a landscape of limitless privilege and absolute moral entropy, where everyone drives Porsches, dines at Spago, and snorts mountains of cocaine ... A raw, powerful portrait of a lost generation."--Back cover.
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> Babelio : https://www.babelio.com/livres/Ellis-Moins-que-zero/5538
> BAnQ (Le soleil, 13 sept. 1986) : https://collections.banq.qc.ca/ark:/52327/2920201