In 1985, Bret Easton Ellis shocked, stunned and disturbed with Less
Than Zero, his extraordinarily accomplished first
novel (New Yorker), successfully chronicling the frightening
consequences of unmitigated hedonism within the ranks of the ethically
bereft youth of 80s Los Angeles. Now, twenty-five years later, Ellis
returns to those same characters: to Clay and the band of infamous
teenagers whose lives weave sporadically through his. But now, some
years on, they face an even greater period of disaffection: their own
middle age.
Clay seems to have moved on – he's become a successful screenwriter
– but when he returns from New York to Los Angeles, to help cast his
new movie, he's soon drifting through a long-familiar circle. Blair,
his former girlfriend, is now married to Trent, and their Beverly Hills
parties attract excessive levels of fame and fortune, though for all
that Trent is a powerful manager, his baser instincts remain: he's
still a bisexual philanderer.
Then there's Clay's childhood friend, Julian – who's now a
recovering addict – and their old dealer, Rip – face-lifted beyond
recognition and seemingly even more sinister than he was in his
notorious past. Clay, too, struggles with his own demons after a
meeting with a gorgeous actress determined to win a role in his movie.
And with his life careening out of control, he's forced to come to
terms with the deepest recesses of his character – and with his
seemingly endless proclivity for betrayal.
Industry Reviews
'Hypnotic. . . . A haunting vision of disillusionment, twenty-first-century style.' People
'This sequel is very much on target... [Ellis] uses the thriller framework to infuse nerve-rending unease into this look at Tinseltown mores. Grade: A'. Entertainment Weekly
'Taut and ultimately terrifying. . . . In six novels, the author has emerged as one of the most gifted and serious novelists working in America today.' Financial Times
'Enough talk of [Ellis's] literary genius, let's call him what he really is: a terrific horror writer. . . . An absolute creepfest [and] a festival of panting paranoia.' Chicago Sun-Times
'Brutally conceived, and effectively done... There is no doubt that Ellis retains the ability to startle and disquiet.' The Times Literary Supplement (London)