the book version of bateman is so much better, which is saying a lot because bales bateman was superb. hes so much less serious in the book, very insecure and earnest at times. he feeds evelyn a urinal cake disguised as a godiva chocolate cake, he gives his old girlfriend a poem and is genuinely eager to hear her read it. he is mortified when one of his suggestions isnt immediately taken as an objective fact even though he read it in the most chic magazine. he goes absolutely insane on the street on a thursday afternoon, which had me in tears laughing. he takes a trip to the hamptons and relaxes. he is rude to his girlfriend and treats her poorly because its all fake.  i read it as a kid and never picked up on anything thematic, but reading it again it is clearly a depiction of the authors own interior rage and disgust, and plays a lot with identity and greed. its somehow relatable, just a collection of forbidden thoughts. his confession truly doesnt mean anything. one gains nothing by entertaining sinful thoughts longer than necessary.  > i just want everyone to know im pro-family and anti-drug
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