By Bret Easton Ellis
American Psycho (1991) is a mental mystery and satirical novel via Bret Easton Ellis approximately . the tale is informed within the first individual via fictitious serial killer and long island businessman Patrick Bateman. The image violence and sexual content material generated a lot statement on the novel's unencumber.
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I'm still thinking about Van Patten's card. " "No;" he says. " He walks away pulling his suspenders up. "How hip," I say tonelessly. " McDermott calls out. "Something chocolate and flourless," he shouts back. " I ask. " "It looks that way, doesn't it," Price says. " I ask. "I don't know," Price murmurs, studying his plate, then sitting up he pushes it away and motions to the waitress for another Finlandia on the rocks. Another hardbody waitress approaches us tentatively, bringing over a bottle of champagne, Perrier-Jouët, nonvintage, and tells us it's complimentary from Scott Montgomery.
I go into the bedroom and take off what I was wearing today: a herringbone wool suit with pleated trousers by Ciorgio Correggiari, a cotton oxford shirt by Ralph Lauren, a knit tie from Paul Stuart and suede shoes from Cole-Haan. I slip on a pair of sixty-dollar boxer shorts I bought at Barney's and do some stretching exercises, holding the phone, waiting for Patricia to call back. After ten minutes of stretching, the phone rings and I wait six rings to answer it. "Hi," she says. " "Could you hold on?
Oh wait," I say, remembering something. " She turns around, her face falling slightly but still smiling. " "No, silly. Forget it," I tell her. "I'll make them. " "I'll do it," she says. "No. No," I say, waving her off. " "You look nice today," she says before leaving. She's right, but I'm not saying anything – just staring across the office at the George Stubbs painting that hangs on the wall, wondering if I should move it, thinking maybe it's too close to the Aiwa AM/FM stereo receiver and the dual cassette recorder and the semiautomatic belt-drive turntable, the graphic equalizer, the matching bookshelf speakers, all in twilight blue to match the color scheme of the office.
American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis