I thought about trying out for that Shepard play, but then thought why bother, when I’m already stuck in one: my life.
My dissertation is on the nature of identity in the fiction of this man (Bret Easton Ellis, for those of you who don’t recognise him).
Just started reading/re-reading all his works, as well as watching the adaptations…its going to be a dark couple of weeks…
And I’m going to have to read that train wreck Imperial Bedrooms again, I love you Bret, but c’mon, that was below par for you.