I’m keeping it super simple this week.
I have started American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis, and I can pretty much say with certainty that I cannot get enough. The voice is absolutely addicting, and there is so little direct violence that it becomes absolutely ordinary and mundane whenever he casually mentions it. It’s everything I wish that A Clockwork Orange was. Yeah, I kill people at night; I wonder what I should get for dinner.
No recipes or drinks to go with this one. I just picked the one thing I crave every time I read it: sushi. Ever since that first chapter where they’re munching sushi at home, and the raw, dead fish is so vivid on the plate, I’ve been wanting it. I caved in yesterday and ordered some. This book is so intriguing that I did not want to pause it to think of some concoction to make for myself, and it’s so wrapped up in the upper class that I probably couldn’t afford to make anything stylistically appropriate.
That’s it for this week. Short and sweet. Mostly because I want to keep reading.