Title: One of the worst books ever written
Product review: Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, more sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. If that sounds cliche and repetitive, try reading Bret Easton Ellis' "The Rules of Attraction," a so-called novel about none other than, you guessed it, sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. There is no plot, character or meaning here. Just scene after near-identical scene of unsympathetic, nondescript rich kids getting high and screwing. You want stories that treat drugs, sex and college life with more than a modicum of imagination? Try Ellis' fellow Bennington alums Jonathan Lethem and Donna Tartt. And to think Sonny Mehta, president of Alfred A. Knopf, allegedly threatened self-immolation if his company couldn't get rights to Ellis' "American Psycho," a mess similar to "Rules of Attraction" in its redundant depravity and faux alienation.
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