American Psycho

It's an extremely dark read. This book took me to places I had no wish to go and never wish to return to. However, as a literary work I believe it has merit. Some reviewers here have complained about the one-dimensionality of the novel, the fact that there's no plot, there's no one to like, no-one to root for. Well, I'm sorry, but why should there be? To massage the reader's ego? To pander to his or her risk of boredom? It's my opinion that everything in this book has been very carefully considered by the author. The book is told through the first person p.o.v of Patrick Bateman, who is a self-admitted psychopath whose "mask of sanity" is slipping more and more as the book unfolds. Thus we see everything through his eyes, and the flat, emotion-free witness of his mind. For instance no mention is ever made of how anyone feels. He has no empathy with others. All he can do is describe what he sees, surface, always surface. Hence the interminable lists of what everyone is wearing. Bateman both hides behind, and is comforted by the uniform of designer labels, the right accessories. He senses he needs to hide, and wants desperately to 'fit in'. At the same time that he can instantly recognize what everyone is wearing, he can hardly recognize who anyone else is. In the world of Wall Street he inhabits, everyone apparently looks the same. The novel is full of mistaken identity, not only by him, but by his fellow Wall Street workers, a fact which he exploits to his advantage. This not knowing who anybody is adds to the general sense of depersonalisation throughout the book, already a problem for Bateman. The author, at least for me, does a brilliant job of capturing the inner mind of a psychopath. For instance, he juxtaposes horrific or traumatic events (of which there are many) with mundane pronouncements from Bateman, for instance what he saw on tv that morning. A chapter which ends after a lengthy, detailed and harrowing description of torture and murder is followed by one discussing the talents of 80s popstars in equal and cheerful detail. This adds to the sense that Bateman can't relate to his crimes emotionally, has no remorse or sense of guilt. They are merely events which pass in his life, no more or less meaningful than other events, a tv show or a new CD. It's quite a brilliant stylistic move by the author to pull this off. On the subject of the murders, I must here warn the unwary reader. Having seen the movie version several years ago, which kind-of glosses over those parts of the book, I was unprepared for the level of detail and forensic description here-in. In some ways it's a novel of 2 halves, the first half being quite a mundane and reasonably sane description of the minutae of Bateman's affluent New York lifestyle. It starts to lull you after a while, and when the horror eventually begins it's a genuine shock. And it is truly horrific. In fact I can't think of another book to match it. I consider myself quite broadminded but I had a couple of moments when I actually felt physically queasy while reading. But I didn't see the violence as gratuitous., as some have, merely there to shock. It all adds to the portrait of Bateman the psychopath that is the book's goal. Is it, as many have said, a satire on 80s culture and the yuppie lifestyle? Perhaps it can be read that way, but I don't think it has to be to have worth. It's a brilliantly imagined, conceived and written portrait of a diseased psychopathic character, sometimes tragic, sometimes comic, sometimes monstrous. Another brilliant move Ellis pulls sis somehow to have Bateman remain, if not a likeable character, then somehow sympathetic. It's necessary, otherwise the reader wouldn't be able to stick with him to the end of the book. He is both terrifying and yet often vulnerable, sometimes even pathetic. It's not an easy thing for the author to pull off. I think he succeeds. Is there an obvious ending to the book? Does the monster receive justice at the hands of the authorities? Of course not. And good thing too. That would have been far too obvious and moralistic for a book like this. At one point mid way through the book he has to face an interview from a detective, during which he completely panics, and reader expectation is that he will eventually be caught, but it leads to nothing. His status and wealth is a disguise seemingly impossible to penetrate. Even when he comes out and confesses to people his crimes, which he often does, they don't really hear or believe him, thinking it a dark joke. One reading of the book, and the way the film played it, is that all the horror is merely Bateman's fantasy and never actually occurs. But this is never explicitly spelt out. It's not the way I read it. The way I see it I think Bateman really does these things, and no-one around him can see it. I think sometimes he wishes someone would see him for what he is, but is doomed to be forever misunderstood, unrecognized. It's quite a brilliant book, and rewards careful reading, but you have been warned: not for the fainthearted!

A ridiculously hard if not wildly entertaining read on the heightened world of shallow yuppie culture. One of the most graphic books I’ve ever read but I have to confess I was hooked.

Not my choice of literature - maybe it should be; but my sons was very happy to receive this book as a gift.

American Psycho is about Patrick Bateman, an excessively privileged 27 year old man living in a world of excessively privileged people. His apparent lack of purpose in life causes him deep mental problems. The content of American Psycho is bizarre. Everyone's clothes are described in minute detail, there is a lot of dining out where everyone's food is also described in minute detail. Lots of acquaintances flit in and out, most of whom are mistaken for someone else. Almost every conversation is pointless and nonsensical. Bateman spends a lot of time renting and returning video rentals, and every day notes the subject of the Patty Winters Show(?). The violence takes a long time to creep in, but once it does, it becomes more regular. It is very unpleasant and some will find it difficult to stomach. (Tip: if you're one of these, it may be an idea to pass on novels about deranged serial killers). For his victims, Bateman has a taste for attractive young women, but doesn't mind meting out the punishment to men or animals either. Bateman is one sick puppy. American Psycho doesn't really go anywhere, and the constant descriptions and banal conversations make for a tedious read. However, after reading the brief blurb and the Afterword of the book, I completely understand why Brett Easton Ellis wrote his novel in this way; he is making a point. My rating is 5/10, rounded up to 3 stars, representing the fact that although at no time did I enjoy the novel, it has an important place on the literary shelf as it represents something different and challenging. As the blurb says, a bleak, bitter, black comedy.

Finished it in 3 days then regretted not taking my time with it.

Wow... mais qu'est-ce que je viens de lire?... Je me souviens avoir tenté de lire American Psycho adolescente... et d'avoir laissé tombé car la lecture en avait été très pénible. Ce livre c'est, à travers les yeux de Patrick Bateman, le reflet d'une société du paraître déshumanisée, où l'argent est roi, où l'on peut du premier coup d'oeil distinguer un costume Dior d'un Armani mais où personne ne se rappelle le nom de son collègue de travail. American Psycho c'est aussi le reflet d'une société à 100 à l'heure mais où l'ennui est profond. Dans un quotidien millimétré entre salle de sport, restaurants chics et boites de nuit, la narration est pourtant lourde et nauséeuse, détaillant les vêtements pendant des lignes et des lignes, racontant le quotidien de cette jeunesse dorée avec une platitude et une linéarité qui ne donnent qu'une envie: fermer ce livre pour de bon. American psycho c'est enfin et surtout l'histoire d'un psychopathe qui, derrière le masque respectable de la fortune, cache des pulsions de morts plus abjectes les unes que les autres. Beaucoup n'arrivent pas à finir ce roman car plus on avance dans la lecture, plus celle-ci devient lourde, malsaine. Tout y est décrit de façon lisse, stérile, clinique. Aucune émotion ne transparait dans la narration de Bateman (si ce n'est quelques crises d'angoisse quand son petit monde est bouleversé), aucune empathie, rien qu'une description froide que ce soit des vêtements, des repas mais aussi du sexe, des meurtres... Tout est au même niveau. C'est cette narration si distante qui rebute, ce vide profond du personnage. Car Bateman n'est rien, ne ressent rien. En cela il est presque mort et cela on le ressent rapidement dès les premiers chapitres. Même sans les scènes gore (et dieu sait que j'en lis du gore, pourtant les scènes d'American Psycho m'ont profondément perturbée) on se sent mal à l'aise. Bateman n'est pas normal, pas humain, pas vivant. Et il est très perturbant de suivre ses pensées. Plus le récit avance plus la confusion est grande. La lecture est de plus en plus angoissante car Bateman lui aussi perd les pédales. On en vient à se poser des questions: folie, fantasme? Où est la vérité? Que peut-on croire? Plus on lit et plus on se sent oppressé, confiné dans cet esprit malade, dégoûté de cette accumulation de richesses, de marques, de repas et ce vide émotionnel total. American Psycho est lourd, très lourd et très malsain. Un roman qui vous plombe. Ce n'est définitivement pas un livre à la portée de tout le monde. Mais c'est un livre qui en vaut la peine.

Great book

Amazing book, just as good as when I read it first a few years ago.

„American Psycho“ ist ein Buch, für das ich nie besonderes Interesse hatte. Sogar die Verfilmung interessierte mich nicht besonders, und das, obwohl ich Bale sehr mag. Die ganze Serienkiller-Yuppie-Nummer kam mir eher öde vor. Dann hat Dennis Scheck gesagt, dass „American Psycho“ sein Allzeitlieblingsbuch sei. Der Mann weiß eigentlich, was er tut. Also ran an die 400 Seiten, hab ich mir gesagt. Vorweg: Ich verstehe vollkommen, warum viele Leute das Buch mehrfach angefangen und nie beendet haben. Die Kaskaden von Klamottenbeschreibungen, von Produktbewertungen, Restaurantkritiken, von Musikbesprechungen sind erst einmal abschreckend, weil ermüdend und scheinbar sinnfrei. Ich habe erneut wegen Scheck durchgehalten. „Da muss noch was kommen“, so mein Gedanke – und oh boy, wie recht ich hatte. Diese ganze Form dient, das merkt man eben erst später, von Zeile 1 an einer unheimlich dichten Charakterzeichnung des Protagonisten im Schattenriss, und der hypnotische Sog der Litaneien einerseits und ihre völlige Belanglosigkeit und die damit einhergehende Erschöpfung des Lesers andererseits, sind essentiell, um Bateman … nicht zu verstehen, Grundgütiger, aber doch wenigstens einzugrenzen, zu umkreisen. Sie sind der Rahmen, in den sich die Gewaltexzesse nachher sowohl in literarischer Form als auch in ihrer Bedeutung für Bateman nahtlos einfügen. Und dieses Panoptikum von Belanglosigkeit und Oberflächlichkeit kippen zu sehen in Identitätsverlust und Panik, Gewalt und Drogen, immer noch mit dem Lack der ursprünglichen Ebene – das allein ist größte Literatur, weil zumindest ich mich selten beim Lesen einer Geschichte so sehr irritiert, verloren und verwirrt gefühlt habe: selten so sehr die Lebensentwürfe und Konzepte der Akteure hinterfragt habe; selten so sehr ins Grübeln über meine eigenen gekommen bin (Fazit sehr eindeutig: Alles richtig gemacht!). Und das macht auch die Gewaltszenen so unfassbar überwältigend: Ihre nahtlose Einordnung in eine Welt, in der das Leider der Opfer nicht mehr Wert sind als die neue Genesis-CD oder ein besonderer Weinöffner aus einem bestimmten Laden – nicht selten sogar entschieden weniger. Und das nicht (nur) aus der psychotischen Disposition des Protagonisten heraus, sondern eben in erschütternder Übereinstimmung mit dem Wertesystem, in dem er sich bewegt wie ein Fisch im Wasser. Das Ganze dann letztlich noch ambivalent enden zu lassen; die Idee des unzuverlässigen Erzählers immer dringlicher (und durch die 350 Seiten vorher: vollkommen überzeugend) werden zu lassen, ist fast schon zu gnädig. Ich habe vor „American Psycho“ die „Otherland“-Reihe gelesen, und habe nach diesen Büchern beschlossen, etwas lesen zu wollen, dass in der Realität verankert ist. In der Mitte von „American Psycho“ habe ich dann als nächstes Buch „Chasm City“ bestellt, einen Space Opera/ Hard Science Fiction Band, der in hunderten Jahren Zukunft und sehr weit weg spielt. Ich wollte einer Welt, in der Patrick Bateman existiert, mit dem nächsten Buch so weit wie möglich entkommen. Nachdem ich das Buch beendet habe, ist dieser Drang sehr gemildert, aber nicht weg. Denn „American Psycho“ ist ein Buch, das nicht mehr aus deinem Leben weggeht, wenn du es erst mal reingelassen hast. Und ob das nun angenehm ist, oder nicht: Es ist ein Zeichen großer Literatur.