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<text id=90TT2856>
<title>
Oct. 29, 1990: A Revolting Development
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Oct. 29, 1990 Can America Still Compete?
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 100
A Revolting Development
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<p>A forthcoming novel by Bret Easton Ellis has repelled many of
the publisher's employees and promises to nauseate readers as
well
</p>
<p>By R.Z. SHEPPARD
</p>
<p> Old joke. Two small boys leave a theater after seeing a
gushy movie. "Wasn't it terrible?" says the first boy. "I
didn't think it was too bad," replies the second. "During the
kissing scenes, I just closed my eyes and made believe he was
choking her."
</p>
<p> No joke. Bret Easton Ellis, 26, author of Less Than Zero and
The Rules of Attraction, emerges from the 1980s grade-B romance
with uninhibited capitalism, shuts his eyes and imagines a
childish horror fantasy about a Wall Street yuppie whose tastes
run from nouvelle cuisine to the most appalling acts of
torture, murder and dismemberment ever described in a book
targeted for the best-seller lists.
</p>
<p> American Psycho, scheduled to be published by Simon &
Schuster in January, runs 362 pages in edited manuscript.
Crawls, actually. Barely distinguishable chapters are stuffed
with the brand names of expensive suits, shoes and
wristwatches, endless spoofs of nightclubs and restaurants and
rambling reviews of pop records. The litany of the trivial is
intentional, though Ellis seems to be writing for people who
take forever to get the point. Instead of a plot, there is a
tapeworm narrative that makes it unnecessary to distinguish the
beginning of the novel from its end.
</p>
<p> Many readers will not have the stomach to get past the
middle. By that time, the novel's narrator, Patrick Bateman,
is in full graphic babble about his adventures as a serial
killer. With knife and pistol, he dispatches pets, children,
high-fashion colleagues and ragged beggars. These are only
warm-ups for what the M.B.A. monster does to women with nail
gun, power drill, chain saw and, in a scene that should cause
the loudest uproar, a hungry rodent. Those who are interested
in the gobbets can exercise their rights as free American
consumers early next year--that is if they are still
interested after reading one of the tamer examples of Ellis'
zombie prose:
</p>
<p> "I start by skinning Torri alive, making incisions with a
steak knife and ripping long strips of flesh from her legs and
stomach while she screams in vain, begging for mercy in a thin,
high voice. I stop doing this and move over to her head and
start biting the top of it, hoping that she realizes her
punishment is ending up being comparatively light compared to
what I plan to do with the other one."
</p>
<p> George Corsillo, the New York City artist who designed the
jackets for Ellis' previous novels, refused the assignment for
American Psycho. "I had to draw the line," said Corsillo. "I
felt disgusted with myself for reading it." Many Simon &
Schuster employees were disturbed by the manuscript, copies of
which have circulated around town. Some women staffers are
especially outraged by Ellis' descriptions of atrocities
against females. But no one wants to say so on the record. Here
is a hot property that may be too hot to handle or, says a
staffer who requests anonymity, "too hot to even talk about."
John McKeown, publisher of the trade division, will not offer
his personal opinion of the book, though he has strong feelings
as a businessman: "We plan to market it aggressively, with
muscle and energy."
</p>
<p> For S&S, caught in a profit squeeze like many other U.S.
publishers, grossing out readers could mean netting a big
return on Ellis' advance, estimated at $300,000. Yet American
Psycho could backfire on the accountants. Penguin turned down
the chance to publish the paperback edition. Executive editor
Nan Graham is relatively diplomatic: "I had to read for an hour
and a half before getting to the bad stuff. I was bored and
annoyed." Is a new paperback deal being negotiated elsewhere?
The terse reply from S&S's subsidiary-rights department: "We're
working on it. No takers. No comment."
</p>
<p> It would be naive to think that American Psycho will not
find its market, although some stores might be shy about
displaying the book prominently, and an Ellis promotion tour
might run into resistance. Even Geraldo might take a pass.
</p>
<p> A 1 1/2-page interview prepared for reviewers and
booksellers by the author and his editor Robert Asahina
attempts to explain Ellis' intent and confront the inevitable
controversy. "I don't think it's a novelist's job to give
little moral lessons," says Ellis. But making moral judgments
is precisely what he does, not only in the novel, with its
hateful portrayals of Manhattan yuppies as mindless consumers,
but elsewhere in the muddled handout that is intended to
clarify his aesthetic. "The characters in all my novels are
superficial," he writes. "They don't understand what's really
going on in their own lives."
</p>
<p> But to write superficially about superficiality and
disgustingly about the disgusting and call it, as Ellis does,
a challenge to his readers' complacency does violence to his
audience and to the fundamental nature of his craft. So when
editor Asahina comes to his writer's defense by claiming that
American Psycho "succeeds in taking readers into the mind of
a madman," the obvious question is, How long do they have to
stay there? Ten pages, 50 pages, 150 pages? Less than zero?
</p>
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