Despite thinking that American Psycho was a quite brilliant study of alienation, Brett Easton Ellis is not someone I've considered reading for years (too flashy, too trendy). Until I read these two blogs, I wasn't going to bother with Ellis's latest but, now, I think I may. Jodi says:
Anyway, Lunar Park has completely gripped me, ruining my days and nights because I can't get out of it or away from it. Of course, my life in a rural city doesn't blur into the intense, medicated, suburbanism Ellis describes. But there is something about the complexities of contemporary family life, embedded in media and expectations, supposedly to be put together and lived by people whose college experiences differed radically, that Ellis captures--the sadness and hope, the way that moving away from drugs and sex and toward family is a loss even as holding onto them makes one, in a way, kind of a loser. Conversely, the everyday routine of living in a family never delivers the fulfillment and redemption one longs for, or fantasizes about, but holds open nevertheless that space for longing and hope. Put another way, we can't escape from our parents and our attempts to escape (if we are strong enough to try) will be colored with loss and being lost and with what we can't ever seem to lose.