My Oovoo Is Not Working

Glamorama

Specifications: novel by Bret Easton Ellis, published in 1998. 720 pages.

Plot: Victor Ward is the narrator, is a model semifamoso extremely superficial and a bit 'slow. His world is the universe of glossy hip parties, poses for photographers, clothes. At one point, without notice, Victor is (perhaps) involved in a project of international terrorism, and social events is interspersed with crudissime and sadistically detailed scenes of torture and massacre. The quality of the narration is excellent and the plot handled superbly. The finish is open.

Comment: many elements to consider, and take into account that my relationship is a 'hot'. So. For 250 pages about the author spippetta with the stereotype of the kind trendy, beautiful and empty. So the first third of the book presents only scenes like this: 'I'm going to party with x y, I start posing with wez for the next cover of p, q greeting that invites me to a party on Thursday night for villa r , s hands me a rod while you enter the room u '.. pallosissimo, in my opinion. Then, the novel turns without notice: starting with scenes of violence more and more raw, but the author's genius is to instil doubt in the reader: I'm 'seeing' truth or fiction? In fact, Victor suddenly begins to interact with a crew, a director, a director of photography. Here, then, that during a fight between characters, the director asks to repeat a joke or an entire scene to take it from another angle. Or, describing an explosion, it is called 'stunts that are thrown from the windows' and 'dummies of dead bodies'. But the clues are misleading: In another scene, here is raining 'amputated limbs, most of which are true'. The hold on me, in this part (which lasts until the end of the novel), was very strong, is a game between Ellis and the reader, an ongoing challenge. And make room descriptions, at an increasing rate, a bitter cold and confetti flies and the smell of shit. In one case, popcorn. Why? Ellis does not say. So # 2: Part one to forget, imho. Second part really well-told, a pace that leaves no way out, surprising plot, 500 pages read thinking 'but what's the fucking pig story morning glory, well?'. The theme of the dualism between reality and fiction and their mutual correlation is carrying on this balance and move Victor, the models, the crew .. the other crew. The fact that the ending is not obvious from almost nothing (or at least not in a clear way) made me angry enough, they are all good clues to spread and then not bother to channel them into something sensible.

Moral: A book from which you might be reading a very good discussion. The council, however, invite potential readers to take account of this unique structure.

Rating: 6 the first part, 8.5 in the second, 2 in the final. Inexplicably, the overall grade is 7 / 8.