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American Psycho (Vintage Contemporaries) Paperback – March 1, 1991
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"A seminal book.” —The Washington Post
One ofThe Atlantic’s Great American Novels of the Past 100 Years
Patrick Bateman moves among the young and trendy in 1980s Manhattan. Young, handsome, and well educated, Bateman earns his fortune on Wall Street by day while spending his nights in ways we cannot begin to fathom. Expressing his true self through torture and murder, Bateman prefigures an apocalyptic horror that no society could bear to confront.
“A masterful satire and a ferocious, hilarious, ambitious, inspiring piece of writing.... An important book.” —Katherine Dunn, bestselling author ofGeek Love
- Print length399 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherVintage
- Publication dateMarch 1, 1991
- Dimensions5.2 x 0.96 x 7.99 inches
- ISBN-100679735771
- ISBN-13978-0679735779
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“A masterful satire and a ferocious, hilarious, ambitious, inspiring piece of writing, which has large elements of Jane Austen at her vitriolic best. An important book.” —Katherine Dunn, bestselling author ofGeek Love
“A great novel. What Emerson said about genius, that it’s the return of one’s rejected thoughts with an alienated majesty, holds true forAmerican Psycho…. There is a fever to the life of this book that is, in my reading, unknown in American literature.” —Michael Tolkin
“The first novel to come along in years that takes on deep and Dostoyevskian themes…. [Ellis] is showing older authors where the hands come to on the clock.” —Norman Mailer,Vanity Fair
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InAmerican Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis imaginatively explores the incomprehensible depths of madness and captures the insanity of violence in our time or any other. Patrick Bateman moves among the young and trendy in 1980s Manhattan. Young, handsome, and well educated, bateman earns his fortune on Wall Street by day while spending his nights in ways we cannot begin to fathom. Expressing his true self through torture and murder, Bateman prefigures an apocalyptic horror that no society could bear to confront.
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In American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis imaginatively explores the incomprehensible depths of madness and captures the insanity of violence in our time or any other. Patrick Bateman moves among the young and trendy in 1980s Manhattan. Young, handsome, and well educated, bateman earns his fortune on Wall Street by day while spending his nights in ways we cannot begin to fathom. Expressing his true self through torture and murder, Bateman prefigures an apocalyptic horror that no society could bear to confront.
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- Publisher : Vintage
- Publication date : March 1, 1991
- Edition : First Edition
- Language : English
- Print length : 399 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0679735771
- ISBN-13 : 978-0679735779
- Item Weight : 2.31 pounds
- Dimensions : 5.2 x 0.96 x 7.99 inches
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Bret Easton Ellis is the author of five novels and a collection of short stories; his work has been translated into twenty-seven languages. He lives in Los Angeles.
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- Reviewed in the United States on December 15, 2024Format: PaperbackVerified PurchaseThe PHYSICAL quality of the book is great. Paper-back, doesn’t fall apart, great whatever. The book itself though?
**SPOILERS AHEAD**
As a read I find it so incredibly boring, pretentious and self indulgent (to an extent). I tried giving it the benefit of doubt when the main character patrick bateman would go on and on endlessly, ceaselessly, RELENTLESSLY on and on… and on and on and ON about clothing/fashion, accessories, “good music”, stereo systems, shoes, buttons, designer socks, underwear, tie pins, pocket squares, food, restaurants, drinks, clubs, etc… but it was so boring and repetitive. I get that this is a critique about 80s yuppie lifestyle and the detachment of people like bateman and his colleagues as they live on in the drone like lifestyle of wall street corporate culture. But come on… could you have been more creative? Showcased BETTER just how bateman was losing his mind? The way the author would monotonously go from fashion to random gorey murder and sexual exploits was just so messy. There was no pace or progression to bateman. I know he is supposed to come off as just a shallow no-depth character but I feel like the reader could have experienced or seen more: some sort of understanding? Connection maybe? Something. But no. This was mindless nonsense. The author could have showcased his points, criticisms and perspectives better and all he managed to do was bore the reader to death or disturb them. There is absolutely no plot to follow. Some positives i guess were the creativity of the murder scenes and how he would enact them in gorey detail. Also the way the author would get the reader confused between who is who and what is what, in a sense putting us in batemans confused and disturbed mind. This way a decent way of showing how all the people in his world were just like him. Another thing was I guess it showed how he used murder as a way to maybe escape his world and that everyone was basically just like him or similar also using things like affairs and drugs to escape the cycle.
Overall everything is too repetitive. It gets to a point where the reader just rolls their eyes and wants to scream out “OH MY GOD WE GET IT! YOU LOVE GIORGIO ARMANI!”
Bateman is really crazy. We can clearly see that. But if you want a book with more pace and depth this is definitely not it. If you want a book that critiques American society, the rich, the 80s yuppie life, the treatment of wealthy vs poor, etc. eh… i guess this ok. There is definitely something better out there. Way better… in my opinion this was painfully boring. No stimulation whatsoever. The few cases where the movie was better if not at the very least more entertaining. It sums up everything that happens in the book. You get the point. People who love bateman clearly have never read the book because not even bateman likes bateman. No one does. Hes boring, the book is boring, hes shallow, so is the book. Those who idolize Bateman probably have as much depth to them as a puddle. I cant express to you enough how mind numbing this book was
The PHYSICAL quality of the book is great. Paper-back, doesn’t fall apart, great whatever. The book itself though?
**SPOILERS AHEAD**
As a read I find it so incredibly boring, pretentious and self indulgent (to an extent). I tried giving it the benefit of doubt when the main character patrick bateman would go on and on endlessly, ceaselessly, RELENTLESSLY on and on… and on and on and ON about clothing/fashion, accessories, “good music”, stereo systems, shoes, buttons, designer socks, underwear, tie pins, pocket squares, food, restaurants, drinks, clubs, etc… but it was so boring and repetitive. I get that this is a critique about 80s yuppie lifestyle and the detachment of people like bateman and his colleagues as they live on in the drone like lifestyle of wall street corporate culture. But come on… could you have been more creative? Showcased BETTER just how bateman was losing his mind? The way the author would monotonously go from fashion to random gorey murder and sexual exploits was just so messy. There was no pace or progression to bateman. I know he is supposed to come off as just a shallow no-depth character but I feel like the reader could have experienced or seen more: some sort of understanding? Connection maybe? Something. But no. This was mindless nonsense. The author could have showcased his points, criticisms and perspectives better and all he managed to do was bore the reader to death or disturb them. There is absolutely no plot to follow. Some positives i guess were the creativity of the murder scenes and how he would enact them in gorey detail. Also the way the author would get the reader confused between who is who and what is what, in a sense putting us in batemans confused and disturbed mind. This way a decent way of showing how all the people in his world were just like him. Another thing was I guess it showed how he used murder as a way to maybe escape his world and that everyone was basically just like him or similar also using things like affairs and drugs to escape the cycle.
Overall everything is too repetitive. It gets to a point where the reader just rolls their eyes and wants to scream out “OH MY GOD WE GET IT! YOU LOVE GIORGIO ARMANI!”
Bateman is really crazy. We can clearly see that. But if you want a book with more pace and depth this is definitely not it. If you want a book that critiques American society, the rich, the 80s yuppie life, the treatment of wealthy vs poor, etc. eh… i guess this ok. There is definitely something better out there. Way better… in my opinion this was painfully boring. No stimulation whatsoever. The few cases where the movie was better if not at the very least more entertaining. It sums up everything that happens in the book. You get the point. People who love bateman clearly have never read the book because not even bateman likes bateman. No one does. Hes boring, the book is boring, hes shallow, so is the book. Those who idolize Bateman probably have as much depth to them as a puddle. I cant express to you enough how mind numbing this book wasImages in this review
- Reviewed in the United States on November 29, 2025Format: PaperbackVerified PurchaseFor any horror geek, splatterpunk, gorehound… this book is for you! Dark, violent, and disturbing. With capturing the feel and state of the late 80’s guppie and the excess of wealth and combining dark humor with graphic sex and violence Easton creates one of the most brilliant horror novels written. While the film was able to capture certain moments and bring them to life on screen with an amazing cast… it completely lacks the most craziness and brutality that this psycho wishes upon and does to people. While growing up on Easton films , this is my first read as he has become one of my fav authors! Next is Rules of Attraction.
As always the novels are better than the film adaptation!
Spoiler: Being a sane adult and horror fanatic , I don’t get offended as I know the difference between fact and fiction, imagination vs reality…I’ve never had to put a book down but being a dog owner , there was a scene involving a dog that I kinda almost got upset about. With that being said , the fact it almost offended me is a warning this book is amazing , fun, but brutal, and unapologetic! - Reviewed in the United States on December 9, 2025Format: PaperbackVerified PurchaseAmerican Psycho is a dark and intense story that’s hard to put down. The writing is sharp, and the main character is chillingly well-developed. It’s definitely a thought-provoking read that dives into themes of consumerism and identity.
I’m giving it 4 stars instead of 5 because the extreme violence and graphic content make it a tough read at times. That said, if you can handle it, it’s a compelling and memorable book that stays with you long after finishing. - Reviewed in the United States on March 13, 2015Format: PaperbackVerified PurchaseBret Easton Ellis’ novel, American Psycho, has just about as a precarious history as the contents held within its blood splattered pages. First released by Simon & Schuster in early 1991 and soon after quickly sold to Vintage by the publisher for undisclosed reasons and for an undisclosed sum of money. For us folks doing a review in 2015, almost a quarter of a century down the road, this sounds quite bizarre for a publisher to boot such a phenomenal piece of horror fiction -- however, apparently during the early 90’s, American Psycho was received a tad bit differently than one might expect today. Today, American Psycho is heralded as a postmodern cult classic, used no less in hip English lit classes and sociology classes, hell maybe even psychology classes, and if teachers were really smart, criminology classes! Its very strange looking back at American Psycho’s first release and reading all the vile contemptuous swings reviewers and readers and the media alike took at Ellis. Especially considering how during the same year Silence of the Lambs was released theatrically and went on to win dozens of awards, including: The Academy Award for Best Picture, Best Actor, Best Director, etc. etc. How can a movie and book about cannibalism, the most taboo thing imaginable, shine with audiences while at the same time American Psycho can be chased away by a mob with flaming torches and pitch forks? According to Ellis, who stated in a somewhat recent interview, “It was feminists and The New York Times. Hand-wringing liberals [who] were upset about ‘American Psycho.’ I don't think there was a single peep from conservatives or anyone like that. It was a liberal witch hunt and I was at the center of it” (The Oregonian, 2010). In a previous interview with Roger Cohen, from the New York Times, back during his books initial release, in response to the numerous death threats he had received in the mail, Mr. Ellis said that he “had no idea the novel would provoke the reception it's gotten, and I still don't quite get it” (New York Times, 1991). It is so bizarre how Anthony Hopkins chewing some dudes face off can be considered highbrow, while American Psycho, which had more to say regarding the quiet submission to consumerism and desensitization of the silent majority than any other work of fiction at the time, can be held with such contempt.
In retrospect of heavy criticisms, Mr. Ellis follows with one of the most profound statements regarding the craft of writing, something I believe all writers should well remember, when he states: “You do not write a novel for praise, or thinking of your audience. You write for yourself; you work out between you and your pen the things that intrigue you” (New York Times, 1991). And with American Psycho, as this humble reviewer understands it, Ellis was “working out” how society during the late 1980’s had considered the “surface” things, such as: food, clothes, money, etc., to be the only means in which a person can be defined. And this comment on society becomes obviously apparent and satirically metaphorical when you begin to read his book. In the very first pages, Ellis numbs the mind by using the narrator, Patrick Bateman, who also so happens to be a complete lunatic, to list off in excruciating detail all the many “surface” things he sees on the day to day, such as: designer suits, Walkman’s, music, movies, furniture, TV shows, restaurants, food, etc., etc. These things are important to him, while at the same time, not important. Even the murders are so brutally detailed, eventually at least (the book does have a sense of pace to it), that we become, in a way, desensitized to the violence just as much as we are desensitized to the material. Everything becomes banal. Here is what Pat Bateman has to say for himself towards the end of the book after he emerges from a near-psychotic break:
“There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there…” (American Psycho, pgs. 376-377).
The above statement was made popular with the release of the theatrical version of the book, staring Christian Bale, back in 2000. And the madman goes on, of course. Bateman questions the very banality of evil, “is evil something we are or something we do?” etc. etc. And by the end, he finds what we “normal” folks might consider to be the deeper things in life, such as: war and politics, family, discoveries, sunrises, heroes, falling in love, blah-blah-blah, to be also utterly dull. Bateman can only find one clear emotion within him, greed – oh and perhaps, as he suggested -- disgust. The most pungent scene, for me, that invokes this macabre bland worldview is at the beginning of the book. Patrick is waiting on Patricia who so happens to be late for their date. When she finally arrives, Patrick narrates, nonchalantly, that she is safe from his knife, safe from him cutting open her throat and watching her bleed with mild disinterest, not because of any kind of luck, and not really because she comes from a wealthy stock, but simply and callously because Bateman made the choice. Bateman states: “Patricia will stay alive, and this victory requires no skill, no leaps of the imagination, no ingenuity on anyone’s part. This is simply how the world, my world, moves” (American Psycho, pg. 282). When I first read this line…my bones were chilled by the eerie ordinariness of it. The stylization is so humdrum you can actually feel madness slipping on like an old pair of slippers as you read the narrators ghastly horrific plunge further down into the rabbit-hole. When he finally emerges, you’re expecting some earth shattering revelation, but his only revelation is that nothing matters. It is what it is. He is what he is. The world is what it is. And there is nothing special in that. And there is nothing special in monotony.
When thinking what American Psycho means to me in 2015, I’m struck by an overwhelming sadness in how some horror books and movies are never appreciated in their day. The heinous reception of American Psycho in 1991 and how it has now become this beloved cult classic reminds me so much of John Carpenter’s adaptation of “Who Goes There” with The Thing (1982). Both were completely hated and bashed by not only critics (which we should expect) but also by audiences. American Psycho stands out to me, not only because of its quip attitude toward yuppie culture during the 1980’s, an excellent timepiece for modern day writers to resource, but also because you can feel the character, the crazed loon, desperately trying to be normal even though he is anything but normal, till the end when he finally snaps and the story whips from first person to third and finally back to first when Pat Bateman realizes there is no “normal.” It’s oddly human and somewhat farcical, something we might even call dark comedy. Everyone around Bateman is, in a lot of ways, similar to one another. They have little to no empathy towards others, not even with each other. This is often seen in not only how they talk and what they discuss, what’s of importance to them, but in how grossly they mistreat the homeless, which during the 80’s was witness to some of the highest percentages in American history. And the very same brutal detail in what they wear and what they eat and who they sleep with. In this, they are mirror images. The only difference, the only way Patrick sets himself apart, is his murderous and sexual appetites (though you could argue his sexual desires are also in line with everyone else). But this is all beneath the “surface,” and when it comes to the criticisms of the book, perhaps those same voices who threatened Bret’s life could only see what was floating on top. On the “surface” are the boring albeit grim details of every little aspect in Pat Bateman’s life, the clothes, the music, the food, the women, and even the way he imagines lacerating those same women. Beneath are metaphors, how we see society, how we place value on meaningless things, how we look at those around us as things, how we’ve become completely callous toward suffering. This is why the book is still so popular and important for readers today. If we can get past the brutality and sink our heads beneath the lapping waves of the mundane, to peer into the depths of consequentialism, for a moment at least, before we’re gasping up for air, we can walk away with some realization or dare I say an awakening. If even for only a moment.
If you have yet to read Bret Easton Ellis’ 1991 masterpiece, American Psycho -- well, as the saying goes: there is no time like the present. Just be forewarned that the book is written from the first person perspective. Today, few stories are told from the first person narration. Personally, the only first person stories I’ve read are Lovecraftian. However, I suggest you give the book a fair amount of patience. And patience you will need. As mentioned in my review above, the author goes into grave detail about everything. You will be numbed -- but isn’t that the point?
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- nicholas_bReviewed in the United Kingdom on January 8, 2016
5.0 out of 5 starsNot for the fainthearted...
It's an extremely dark read. This book took me to places I had no wish to go and never wish to return to. However, as a literary work I believe it has merit.
Some reviewers here have complained about the one-dimensionality of the novel, the fact that there's no plot, there's no one to like, no-one to root for. Well, I'm sorry, but why should there be? To massage the reader's ego? To pander to his or her risk of boredom? It's my opinion that everything in this book has been very carefully considered by the author. The book is told through the first person p.o.v of Patrick Bateman, who is a self-admitted psychopath whose "mask of sanity" is slipping more and more as the book unfolds. Thus we see everything through his eyes, and the flat, emotion-free witness of his mind. For instance no mention is ever made of how anyone feels. He has no empathy with others. All he can do is describe what he sees, surface, always surface. Hence the interminable lists of what everyone is wearing. Bateman both hides behind, and is comforted by the uniform of designer labels, the right accessories. He senses he needs to hide, and wants desperately to 'fit in'. At the same time that he can instantly recognize what everyone is wearing, he can hardly recognize who anyone else is. In the world of Wall Street he inhabits, everyone apparently looks the same. The novel is full of mistaken identity, not only by him, but by his fellow Wall Street workers, a fact which he exploits to his advantage. This not knowing who anybody is adds to the general sense of depersonalisation throughout the book, already a problem for Bateman.
The author, at least for me, does a brilliant job of capturing the inner mind of a psychopath. For instance, he juxtaposes horrific or traumatic events (of which there are many) with mundane pronouncements from Bateman, for instance what he saw on tv that morning. A chapter which ends after a lengthy, detailed and harrowing description of torture and murder is followed by one discussing the talents of 80s popstars in equal and cheerful detail. This adds to the sense that Bateman can't relate to his crimes emotionally, has no remorse or sense of guilt. They are merely events which pass in his life, no more or less meaningful than other events, a tv show or a new CD. It's quite a brilliant stylistic move by the author to pull this off.
On the subject of the murders, I must here warn the unwary reader. Having seen the movie version several years ago, which kind-of glosses over those parts of the book, I was unprepared for the level of detail and forensic description here-in. In some ways it's a novel of 2 halves, the first half being quite a mundane and reasonably sane description of the minutae of Bateman's affluent New York lifestyle. It starts to lull you after a while, and when the horror eventually begins it's a genuine shock. And it is truly horrific. In fact I can't think of another book to match it. I consider myself quite broadminded but I had a couple of moments when I actually felt physically queasy while reading. But I didn't see the violence as gratuitous., as some have, merely there to shock. It all adds to the portrait of Bateman the psychopath that is the book's goal.
Is it, as many have said, a satire on 80s culture and the yuppie lifestyle? Perhaps it can be read that way, but I don't think it has to be to have worth. It's a brilliantly imagined, conceived and written portrait of a diseased psychopathic character, sometimes tragic, sometimes comic, sometimes monstrous. Another brilliant move Ellis pulls sis somehow to have Bateman remain, if not a likeable character, then somehow sympathetic. It's necessary, otherwise the reader wouldn't be able to stick with him to the end of the book. He is both terrifying and yet often vulnerable, sometimes even pathetic. It's not an easy thing for the author to pull off. I think he succeeds.
Is there an obvious ending to the book? Does the monster receive justice at the hands of the authorities? Of course not. And good thing too. That would have been far too obvious and moralistic for a book like this. At one point mid way through the book he has to face an interview from a detective, during which he completely panics, and reader expectation is that he will eventually be caught, but it leads to nothing. His status and wealth is a disguise seemingly impossible to penetrate. Even when he comes out and confesses to people his crimes, which he often does, they don't really hear or believe him, thinking it a dark joke.
One reading of the book, and the way the film played it, is that all the horror is merely Bateman's fantasy and never actually occurs. But this is never explicitly spelt out. It's not the way I read it. The way I see it I think Bateman really does these things, and no-one around him can see it. I think sometimes he wishes someone would see him for what he is, but is doomed to be forever misunderstood, unrecognized.
It's quite a brilliant book, and rewards careful reading, but you have been warned: not for the fainthearted! - SyleexReviewed in Turkey on November 22, 2025
5.0 out of 5 starsBest book I've read
Finished it in 3 days then regretted not taking my time with it. - Audrey BReviewed in France on December 4, 2013
5.0 out of 5 starsPerturbant
Wow... mais qu'est-ce que je viens de lire?...
Je me souviens avoir tenté de lire American Psycho adolescente... et d'avoir laissé tombé car la lecture en avait été très pénible.
Ce livre c'est, à travers les yeux de Patrick Bateman, le reflet d'une société du paraître déshumanisée, où l'argent est roi, où l'on peut du premier coup d'oeil distinguer un costume Dior d'un Armani mais où personne ne se rappelle le nom de son collègue de travail.
American Psycho c'est aussi le reflet d'une société à 100 à l'heure mais où l'ennui est profond. Dans un quotidien millimétré entre salle de sport, restaurants chics et boites de nuit, la narration est pourtant lourde et nauséeuse, détaillant les vêtements pendant des lignes et des lignes, racontant le quotidien de cette jeunesse dorée avec une platitude et une linéarité qui ne donnent qu'une envie: fermer ce livre pour de bon.
American psycho c'est enfin et surtout l'histoire d'un psychopathe qui, derrière le masque respectable de la fortune, cache des pulsions de morts plus abjectes les unes que les autres.
Beaucoup n'arrivent pas à finir ce roman car plus on avance dans la lecture, plus celle-ci devient lourde, malsaine. Tout y est décrit de façon lisse, stérile, clinique. Aucune émotion ne transparait dans la narration de Bateman (si ce n'est quelques crises d'angoisse quand son petit monde est bouleversé), aucune empathie, rien qu'une description froide que ce soit des vêtements, des repas mais aussi du sexe, des meurtres... Tout est au même niveau.
C'est cette narration si distante qui rebute, ce vide profond du personnage. Car Bateman n'est rien, ne ressent rien. En cela il est presque mort et cela on le ressent rapidement dès les premiers chapitres. Même sans les scènes gore (et dieu sait que j'en lis du gore, pourtant les scènes d'American Psycho m'ont profondément perturbée) on se sent mal à l'aise. Bateman n'est pas normal, pas humain, pas vivant. Et il est très perturbant de suivre ses pensées.
Plus le récit avance plus la confusion est grande. La lecture est de plus en plus angoissante car Bateman lui aussi perd les pédales. On en vient à se poser des questions: folie, fantasme? Où est la vérité? Que peut-on croire? Plus on lit et plus on se sent oppressé, confiné dans cet esprit malade, dégoûté de cette accumulation de richesses, de marques, de repas et ce vide émotionnel total.
American Psycho est lourd, très lourd et très malsain. Un roman qui vous plombe. Ce n'est définitivement pas un livre à la portée de tout le monde. Mais c'est un livre qui en vaut la peine. - PReviewed in Belgium on January 24, 2026
5.0 out of 5 starsGreat
Great book - FabziReviewed in Sweden on November 15, 2023
5.0 out of 5 stars10/10
Amazing book, just as good as when I read it first a few years ago.





































