[J A Eyers]

I'm currently on the last chapter in The Informers, by Bret Easton Ellis (he of American Psycho infamy).

The city is Los Angeles in the very recent past. The Informers chronicles the lives of a group of people, fusing their voices into an intense, impressionistic narrative that spans and blurs genders, generations and even identities - all of them suffering from nothing less than the death of the soul.

Which is the usual pretentious bullshit they bung on the back of books. I usually distrust everything they use to try and sell books, especially quotes from people I've never heard of, or even worse, when they just attribute them to the New York Times, as there is a quote on the back of this book, as if that newspaper has stated as fact that this book is yada yada yada.

Personally, I think the book's okay, not as good as his first two, Less Than Zero and Rules Of Attraction, but better than American Psycho, which I found repetitious, monotonous and unrewarding.