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A review by again_dangerous_visions_4952
The Shards by Bret Easton Ellis
2.0
It’s been decades since I visited the world of Bret Easton Ellis. I can’t imagine I will return.
Another book in which he makes himself the main character. 300 pages too long. Such a dramatic display of hubris. Another—and far superior review to mine—calls Ellis an edgelord. Spot on.
Some good scenes. Occasionally gets into a groove only to be derailed by self-serving soliloquies or plot holes bigger than a “Barnaby Jones” rerun.
Sad that someone would waste this much time on themselves with nothing to show for it. The only self reflection is that of the boy in 1981 seeing the man in 2023 seeing him as they point at each other gleefully, cheered with the company of the other. No growth as a person, a writer and artist. Just 700 pages of the author licking his own nuts. What a fool I am for wasting my time hoping for last second redemption.
Another book in which he makes himself the main character. 300 pages too long. Such a dramatic display of hubris. Another—and far superior review to mine—calls Ellis an edgelord. Spot on.
Some good scenes. Occasionally gets into a groove only to be derailed by self-serving soliloquies or plot holes bigger than a “Barnaby Jones” rerun.
Sad that someone would waste this much time on themselves with nothing to show for it. The only self reflection is that of the boy in 1981 seeing the man in 2023 seeing him as they point at each other gleefully, cheered with the company of the other. No growth as a person, a writer and artist. Just 700 pages of the author licking his own nuts. What a fool I am for wasting my time hoping for last second redemption.