Lunar Park, by Bret Easton Ellis, 2005
320 pages
I had to take a break from
Jerusalem after 1000 pages and I had this on deck, so I opened it up and found that I could scarcely undo this action, and it was done in seconds. Hours, that is.
This book is a fictionalized jaunt through the author's life that turns paranormal with a good old demon haunting and Patrick Bateman stalking/murdering. It's not super crazy complex so don't expect so much of a review... But it's pretty good.
Starts off with a Halloween party at the Ellis place, with his daughter having issues with her inexplicably terrifying bird doll and an unrecognized guess dressed up as Patrick Bateman. Then we can also tie in an ongoing interplay with Ellis's dead father and the demonic activity in the house, and then his own (Bret) troubled relationship with his son and some missing children. All the questions and craziness pretty much have to do with all this paternal tension everywhere.
It's not a hard read by any means, and generally very gripping for a while and the pages ought to fly by with ease. Some things may be somewhat, I don't wanna say obvious, but like, more apparent I guess, the closer we get to the resolution of everything, but it doesn't take away from the story, which itself is somewhat simple. But it's told nicely, in the succinct and blunt Ellis way, and with a lot of hilarity and a generous dose of terror.
8.5/10