There's something interesting about the style of this, I've not read any of his other work but I enjoyed the bleak dead vacuousness of this. I don't read violent or sexual explicit books I like PG Wodehouse but this isn't that, perhaps sort of about the same sort of people or more likely the people from Waugh's Vile Bodies etc, it's about messed up people anyway and it's very good at being that, that it intertwines but gets nowhere really is probably 'the moral of the story' the 80s products Tab Swatch etc add a cuteness, the fruit juice & healthy living cut with silly amounts of prescriptive drugs and illegal drugs is charmingly yet lightly funny.
I like its inclusive stunted drugged up sexuality that thinks it's hot as hell. The descriptions of violence and futility are wonderful. I've given it a 5 as despite it being cheesy and the confusing/alternately brilliant sense of detachment with the characters it paints a picture of the 1980s which although is probably intended as a bitch slap to those who lived thru it is as valid as Murder She Wrote. The Divine comedy is mostly (to me) name dropping bitching and descriptions of hell and this is that too.
Out of my comfort zone but enjoyable.

I enjoyed this book way more than I thought I would.

A mixture of very loose tales from 80s LA. Very much a last days of Rome feel about the hedonistic behaviour of the messed up individuals all trying to find pleasure in a meaningless world. A psycho does pop up towards the end and the overall impression is distasteful. I wonder if Ellis hates humanity or just hates LA. Very few redeeming people in the book.

Bret does it again - he never lets me down.
Just read it.