Allez, il faut bien le dire. On se frotte les mains lorsque la sortie d'un nouveau livre de Bret Easton Ellis vient agrémenter la rentrée littéraire. Il n’y en a pas des tonnes, de ces auteurs dont on attend plus ou moins impatiemment la prose. Le voilà. Et pas besoin de noyer le poisson, le nouveau cru m'a un peu laissé sur ma faim. En posant ses valises auprès d’une simili suite à son 1er roman Moins than zero released in 1986 (in France), Easton Ellis found 25 years after the characters to whom he gave the body to make vases Hollywood today.
Thus, Clay has it become a successful screenwriter and returns to Los Angeles to monitor the casting of a film based on one of his stories. Along the way, he meets his very old fellow loves his old mop and stuck in the system made in vain for showbiz, which mixes ego, vanity, emptiness and plastic surgery. The author is at ease here. He aims his sharp pen on a microcosm put under the control of appearances, boredom and even childish. Easton Ellis excels in inane chatter and hollow, where the dialogues of circumstances have other goals that we lay the figure of extreme mental and emotional abandonment that are decked out his characters.
And even though a love story emerges inevitably thwarted, the author puts all his energy to work to undermine that adopts a minimalist style and icy for all Clay's torments are a fool's game that has only one goal: flatten black on white this deafening silence of solitude. Then, the history of this (too) short novel runaway in the bloody ... As we go out of torpor and make us realize that the bodies are not only silent and disarticulated dolls. Clay Is the Devil, in the end? But all at a cost. For the reader. He did not always understand the intent. It is not easy to find its place in front of a book that inflicted the banalities of a comedy dross human communication. The player tries to be attentive spectator of the vacuum to free himself, trying to sublimate this nothingness. The author goes to work. It is both trying to be as involved and annoying to climb the Everest.
Long interview with the author
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