Less Than Zero, by Bret Easton Ellis, 1985
208 pages
Some good angst. Pretty much about punk ass people doing punk ass ****. It's boiling with apathy and teenage alienation.
Clay comes home to LA for vacation and doesn't have a good time. There's some partying and drugs and sex, and all the while no one he knows seems to care all that much about anyone else or anything despite the downward urns coming about in everyone's life. He's been looking for his best friend without luck for a while to discover he's gone down the worst of it, heroin and prostitution for days. But Clay wants to see the worst and probably succeeds, the events at the end of the book are grisly. Then he goes back to New Hampshire. Yay.
It's really easy to read and I finished it in a few hours again. There's some angsty bits that just hurt to read, less because it's gruesome or terrible and more like just **** these ****s. Anyway I liked it okay.
7.5/10