In this seductive and chillingly nihilistic novel, Bret Easton Ellis,
the author of American Psycho, returns to Los Angeles, the city whose
moral badlands he portrayed unforgettably in Less Than Zero. The time is
the early eighties. The characters go to the same schools and eat at the
same restaurants. Their voices enfold us as seamlessly as those of DJs
heard over a car radio. They have sex with the same boys and girls and
buy from the same dealers. In short, they are connected in the only way
people can be in that city. Dirk sees his best friend killed in a desert
car wreck, then rifles through his pockets for a last joint before the
ambulance comes. Cheryl, a wannabe newscaster, chides her future
stepdaughter, "You're tan but you don't look happy." Jamie is a clubland
carnivore with a taste for human blood. As rendered by Ellis, their
interactions compose a chilling, fascinating, and outrageous descent
into the abyss beneath L.A.'s gorgeous surfaces.