Read/reading: The Rules of Attraction by Bret Easton Ellis, The Curse of Lono by Hunter S. Thompson and Ralph Steadman.

Not Ellis’s finest work, but there are points where it hit me right in the gut. There’s this mood that Ellis gets across sometimes that (and forgive me for being pretentious here) feels like a sense of melancholy at seeing the world a little clearer than most others, and it’s something he does startlingly well. What pushes this below his other books is a noticeable absence of plot - nothing really happens, here, and his stream-of-consciousness style isn’t very forgiving. Still an interesting read, though.

I have no idea where I’m going to keep Lono while I’m reading it. I have the huge hardback version.