A review by cutiejoy
Glamorama, by Bret Easton Ellis

3.5

I loved the critique of celebrity culture and the vapidity of Hollywood, but it grew so complicated (purposefully) that I had so much trouble keeping up. I loved how shallow and stupid Victor was, and how he missed so many implications. The terrorist plot was so jarring, and it was so hard to tell what was real and what was Victor's way of coping. His different camera crews were an interesting way to show how he can't think outside the scope of Hollywood, always performing, how he's disassociating from his reality, etc etc. I also was intrigued by him constantly finding confetti. Him missing the party? How celebrity culture is an infection? How he's always trailing behind other "cooler better" things?