I Have Some Memories of Bret Easton Ellis
I don’t know exactly what I was hoping to find the book to be about. I try to imagine what my father would have made of it, why he didn’t hold on to his copy. It is not, clearly, anything about my failing to meet him at the bar where he died, waiting for me, and wanting to tell me something.
All The Best: Late Night Library Reading
I’ll be reading an essay on American Psycho from the forth-coming issue of Meanjin at this event, next Thursday, May 5. Bookings call 8374 6230. The piece grew out of this and this, and is not funny. So, there’s that. Still, a library! At night time!
Yay, see you there!
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