Apparently Bret Easton Ellis used to be a big deal. As part of the literary brat pack that emerged in the 1980s he had a bad boy aura. His books were young, edgy and depicted a darker America, something that to outsiders seemed both glamorous and destructive. He appealed to that eternal hunt for the fountain of youth. But Bret is a writer whose literary legacy is stuck in the 80s and 90s and his edginess has been subsumed by society and culture at large. He can’t write the same books any more when life is more entertaining than fiction. It is not surprising then that he has moved from fiction to talking quite literally about the exact same themes.