Title: Father of Glamorama
Product review: Now we now who Brett Easton Ellis' direct literary descednant is: Tom Wolfe. Whatever cred he may've had back when boomers were society's tastebuds ain't there now. Laundry lists of socio-economically relevant identifiers. A narrative strategy that completely lacks subtlety and surprise. The ending says, Ha ha. You've invested financial capital and personal capital -- i.e., moments of your Life and Breath -- so I know you're going to love the ending. Guess what? Some of us retain our abilities to judge even when we find out at the end that we've been flammed. A previous review stated that if you voted for Clinton, you'd love this book. That says everything you need to know.
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