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Bret Easton Ellis is no stranger to bad publicity. Ever since his 1985 debut, Less Than Zero, made him a literary sensation, his violently nihilistic fiction and his politically incorrect public persona have earned him as much fury as acclaim. And after three decades, five subsequent novels and a story collection, a podcast and more than a handful of media spats, Ellis still has more to say. On April 16, he published his first book in nine years — and his nonfiction debut — an essay collection called “White.” Not everybody is going to like it. He doesn’t care.
“I feel very loose about this,” he said. “This is kind of a book for a Bret Easton Ellis completist.”
For those who are not that, a refresher: The (not unmixed) success of that 1985 debut, about the amoral escapades of rich, disaffected Los Angeles adolescents, turned the then-21-year-old college junior into a fixture of the New York social scene, photographed everywhere from the MTV Movie Awards to Nell’s nightclub in Manhattan, often with his fellow “literary Brat Pack”-er Jay McInerney. He has recalled his East Village apartment back then as “a cokey den of iniquity.” Critics called him an enfant terrible; Fans said he defined his generation.
It was during these prodigal years, after a more conventional second novel was greeted with shrugs, that Ellis wrote the New York noir American Psycho, about a soullessly materialistic 26-year-old financier who suffers a breakdown while pathologically committing gruesome acts of rape and murder. Grisly passages leaked to Time and Spy magazines and prompted a public outcry, and in November 1990 Simon & Schuster cancelled the book two months before its scheduled release. Editors Sonny Mehta and Gary Fisketjon at Alfred A. Knopf immediately scooped it up, and published it as a Vintage paperback in March 1991.
“We handed Knopf a best-seller,” said Robert Asahina, the Simon & Schuster editor who had acquired the book. “It worked out in everybody’s favour besides ours. Bret deserves all the success he got.”
But success was not all he got. He received death threats in the mail. Gloria Steinem denounced the book. The president of the Los Angeles chapter of the National Organisation for Women, Tammy Bruce, called for a boycott, telling The Times: “This is not art. Mr. Ellis is a confused, sick young man with a deep hatred of women.” Norman Mailer, in Vanity Fair: “What a deranging work! written by only a half-competent and narcissistic young pen.” In The Times Book Review, Roger Rosenblatt called the novel “the journal Dorian Gray would have written had he been a high school sophomore.” Spy accused Ellis of being so talentless that he had to stir scandal to sell a book: “Not much could be more sickening than the misogynistic barbarism of this novel,” Todd Stiles wrote, “but almost as repellent will be Ellis’ callow cynicism as he justifies it.”
This has been the central question of Ellis’s career: Is he talented or only provocative?
“He’s certainly not boring; and people like to talk about people who aren’t boring,” novelist Ottessa Moshfegh (an admirer) said.
For Ellis, fame and controversy have always gone hand in hand. Yet he swears he has never intended to offend; he is just focused on making art for art’s sake and if it upsets you so be it.
“I never care about riling up anybody,” he said. “That’s a waste of time. It’s always been about purely wanting to express myself and not really thinking about the audience at all.”
The collective outrage over American Psycho provides a context for the essays in “White”, whose topics range from Ellis’s unsupervised 1970s childhood in upper-middle-class Sherman Oaks, California, to his critiques of movies and movie stars, to President Donald Trump and the digital echo chamber. His points are not always agreeable, but that has never stopped him. In one essay, “Liking”, Ellis indicts the “horrible blooming of ‘relatability’ — the inclusion of everybody into the same mindset the ideology that proposes everybody should be on the same page, the page.”
McInerney traces such positions to Ellis’s “would-be censors” during the American Psycho backlash, which “I think shaped his view down to the present day about political correctness and freedom of expression.”
In the last decade, Ellis, now 55, has made headlines more for his outspoken opinions than for any creative output. There was a 2013 tweet, “Kathryn Bigelow would be considered a mildly interesting filmmaker if she was a man but since she’s a very hot woman she’s really overrated,” which inspired such furore he issued a formal apology in The Daily Beast. He has complained about liberals who think he is a Trump apologist, then defended Kanye West’s conservative sympathies. He was called racist after he claimed Black Panther was a sop to Hollywood’s “diversity push.” “Black Twitter is hard-core,” he said.
“Lately what’s bothered me is the tweeting world, and how, since there’s no context, no nuance, and since everyone’s so hysterical, you are tagged things that you are not,” Ellis said. “The language police is a hard thing to deal with if you are creative.” He really wishes everyone would just calm down.
In some ways, Ellis himself certainly has. Outside the elevator in his West Hollywood apartment building, holding a bag of garbage to go out, the tall, silver-haired man in a well-worn black polo shirt appeared a far cry from the hell-raising socialite he once was.
“I don’t really go to parties anymore,” he said. “I think I’ve outgrown it.”
He has also outgrown his youthful fatalism about current events, preferring to treat the news cycle as fleeting entertainment rather than the end of the world (“Really, Jared Kushner looks great in a bathing suit”). This flippancy feels like an extension of his blase tone throughout “White”, which treats politics as mere fodder for stylised soliloquy. The apathy does not necessarily sit well with his peers.
“I’m a little puzzled by his disavowal of the liberal coastal elites, since he’s clearly in many ways a card-carrying member,” McInerney said.
For all his posturing as a jaded, middle-aged relic of a less-woke time, though, Ellis exudes the same youthful spirit he has always had: of irreverent amusement, quiet irony, indefatigable artistic curiosity. He is a living embodiment of how, between the predigital world of 1985 and today, both everything and nothing has changed. And it has been Ellis’s life’s work to make us confront the absurdity of that world in all its grimness, comedy and plastic beauty.
But he would not want us to think too hard about all this. For Ellis, literature, Twitter, politics, relationships, life itself — none of it is meant to be taken too seriously.
“Enjoy it! Be interested in the world, delve into it,” he advised. “But let’s not turn everything I write into a public service announcement.”
–New York Times News Service
