Imperial Bedrooms, Bret Easton Ellis's brand new, 25-years-later sequel to Less Than Zero, opens with some stomach-churning grotesqueness: no, not the snuff film he references immediately, but the way his first lines deliberately echo The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, also a sequel. To quote Tom Sawyer, "O.M.F.G.!" The 169 airy pages cover a daisy-chain of betrayals, some murders, and an oh so bored torture sequence in which the bi/gay protagonist rents two very pricey prostitutes (one male, one female) and does things even worse than making them read this book. BEE is not without talent (amid much ridiculousness, parts of Glamorama are actually moving; many smart readers love Lunar Park) but as The New Yorker says of this one, "The plot is incoherent and the insights such as they are fail to give resonance to the mounting horror." Then again, PW called it sublime and stellar.
Didn't Bret come out in the documentary--- oh, who cares. But, yes, he is, and like E. Lynn Harris and David Sedaris he offers further proof that gay books can sell.