NY: Random House, 1991.
Patrick Bateman, age twenty-six, is the ultimate Wall Street consumerist yuppie. He comes from wealth, he has a place in the Hamptons, his family keeps a suite at the Carlyle, he works for a big-name investments firm (doing exactly what is never said), he went to Exeter and Harvard (and Harvard B-School, of course), and he has an obscene amount of money. Of course, he has various obsessions: Getting into the hardest-to-get-into clubs and restaurants (with $30 espressos and $90 pizzas; his Zagat is very well-thumbed), owning the very latest in top-of-the-line appliances and electronics, having the very latest pop tunes on his Walkman, making it with the most gorgeous “hardbodies” he can find, watching a particular talk show every morning, his platinum American Express card, regular facials, Diet Pepsi, the state of his pecs, his tan, and Donald Trump.
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