{"id":5667,"date":"2005-03-20T22:56:46","date_gmt":"2005-03-21T06:56:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ikillspies.com\/blog\/2005\/03\/20\/5667\/"},"modified":"2005-03-20T22:56:46","modified_gmt":"2005-03-21T06:56:46","slug":"story-of-my-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ikillspies.com\/?p=5667","title":{"rendered":"Story of my Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

No, not the song by Social Distortion- the book by Jay McInerney<\/a>. I’m reading it as part of my ramp-up to re-read American Psycho<\/a> by Bret Easton Ellis. Here are my notes:<\/p>\n

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Slightly more developed than Bright Lights, Big City<\/a>, this one follows the party girl Alison Poole, who grew up rich but now scams her way through acting school, nightly cocaine binges, and a string of men.<\/p>\n

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Alison is rigorously shallow.<\/p>\n

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Like in Bright Lights, Big City, the book’s “voice” is fairly odd- this time, it’s written as if it’s the stream of consciousness of Alison, written in the first person, without any quotation marks, and with the kind of run-on narrative you might write if you were recording your dreams, or even writing a blog entry.<\/p>\n

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Also as in McInerney’s other book, the reader is meant to assume that all this carousing and debauchery is motivated by a deeply wounded soul, trying to avoid a horrible truth or memory. In Alison’s case, there are plenty of references to this –<\/p>\n