American Psycho

[Anonymous No.17758820]

How does it compare to the movie, I heard in the book that he's much more of a loser.

[Anonymous No.17758847]

Yeah he is more pathetic in the book, there are constantly embarrassing situations. It is much funnier in general and much less of a character someone would idolize.

[Anonymous No.17758926]

Book's much better. Bateman's much more psychopathic. A lot of the memorable scenes from the movie are actually 1:1 adaptations from the book, like when Bateman talks about Huey Lewis and the News. He has several monologues about music. The book is much more sadistically violent bordering on torture porn, though.

[Anonymous No.17759226]

Probably one of the funniest books I ever read, my favorite chapter is A Glimpse of a Thursday Afternoon.

[Anonymous No.17759263]

>>17759226
>stalked by a park bench
BASEDman

[Anonymous No.17759387]

>>17758820
he's much much much more schizo and also violent in the book, it has higher highs and lower lows than the movie - both are worth consideration

[Anonymous No.17759395]

Less Than Zero was very trite (aside from the parts with Julian at the end).

[Anonymous No.17759786]

>>17758820
I remember the chapter where they go to the U2 concert way more than i remember anything from the movie

[Anonymous No.17760280]

>>17759786
It’s the nigger on the wall scene for me

[Anonymous No.17760326]

>>17760280
Christmas party, when he kills the delivery boy.

[Anonymous No.17760450]

>>17760326
When he mistakes some art student for a bum gets me every time.

[Anonymous No.17760780]

>>17758820
the movie makes it easier to idolize Patrick Bateman as someone to mimic. the book makes him out to be a more rounded character, especially towards the end when we get glimpses of his family life and past.

i loved the sex/violent scenes in the book and of course, the movie comes nowhere near as extreme.

[Anonymous No.17761050]

>the part where he stabs a young boy in the neck at the zoo then pretends to be a doctor so he can watch him die in his arms.
Yeah I'm thinking based.

[Anonymous No.17761062]

>>17761050
How did he explain the next stab?

[Anonymous No.17761069]

>>17761062
Neck*

[Anonymous No.17761160]

>>17761062
>>17761069
Read it and find out.

[Anonymous No.17761206]

Book is outstanding. Very funny and actually thought provoking like the scene with patricks mother or the scene where he tries to cook the remains of a victim

[Anonymous No.17761210]

>>17759387
There are no lows in the book

[Anonymous No.17761369]

>>17761062
>>17761069
>A child, barely five, finishes eating a candy bar. His mother tells him to throw the wrapper away, then resumes talking to another woman, who is with a child around the same age, the three of them staring into the dirty blueness of the penguin habitat. The first child moves toward the trash can, located in a dim corner in the back of the room, that I am now crouching behind. He stands on tiptoes, carefully throwing the wrapper into the trash. I whisper something. The child spots me and just stands there, away from the crowd, slightly scared but also dumbly fascinated. I stare back.

>"Would you like... a cookie?" I ask, reaching into my pocket.

>He nods his small head, up, then down, slowly, but before he can answer, my sudden lack of care crests in a massive wave of fury and I pull the knife out of my pocket and I stab him, quickly, in the neck.

>Bewildered, he backs into the trash can, gurgling like an infant, unable to scream or cry out because of the blood that starts spurting out of the wound in his throat. Though I'd like to watch this child die, I push him down behind the garbage can, then casually mingle in with the rest of the crowd and touch the shoulder of a pretty girl, and smiling I point to a penguin preparing to make a dive. Behind me, if one were to look closely, one could see the child's feet kicking in back of the trash can. I keep an eye on the child's mother, who after a while notices her son's absence and starts scanning the crowd. I touch the girl's shoulder again, and she smiles at me and shrugs apologetically, but I can't figure out why.

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[Anonymous No.17761374]

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>When the mother finally notices him she doesn't scream because she can see only his feet and assumes that he's playfully hiding from her. At first she seems relieved that she's spotted him and moving toward the trash can she coos, "Are you playing hide-and-seek, honey?" But from where I stand, behind the pretty girl, who I've already found out is foreign, a tourist, I can see the exact moment when the expression on the mother's face changes into fear, and slinging her purse over her shoulder she pulls the trash can away, revealing a face completely covered in red blood and the child's having trouble blinking its eyes because of this, grabbing at his throat, now kicking weakly. The mother makes a sound that I cannot describe - something high-pitched that turns into screaming.

>After she falls to the floor beside the body, a few people turning around, I find myself shouting out, my voice heavy with emotion, "I'm a doctor, move back, I'm a doctor," and I kneel beside the mother before an interested crowd gathers around us and I pry her arms off the child, who is now on his back struggling vainly for breath, the blood coming evenly but in dying arcs out of his neck and onto his Polo shirt, which is drenched with it. And I have a vague awareness during the minutes I hold the child's head, reverently, careful not to bloody myself, that if someone makes a phone call or if a real doctor is at hand, there's a good chance the child can be saved. But this doesn't happen. Instead I hold it, mindlessly, while the mother - homely, Jewish-looking, overweight, pitifully trying to appear stylish in designer jeans and an unsightly leaf-patterned black wool sweater - shrieks do something, do something, do something, the two of us ignoring the chaos, the people who start screaming around us, concentrating only on the dying child.

[Anonymous No.17761377]

>He nods his small head, up, then down, slowly, but before he can answer, my sudden lack of care crests in a massive wave of fury and I pull the knife out of my pocket and I stab him, quickly, in the neck.
Holy cringe in retrospect, that is not an example of good prose.

[Anonymous No.17761427]

>>17761377
Does it really matter? Jesus, fuck as all that matters to you? Prose?

[Anonymous No.17761433]

>>17761427
in a piece of fiction.
i mean. yeah its up there.

[Anonymous No.17761471]

It's much better. It's way more violent but there were a few parts where I was genuinely laughing out loud.

[Anonymous No.17761492]

>>17758820
>loser
Yankee buzzwords are so sad

[Anonymous No.17761510]

for me it's the chapter "End of the 1980s"

[Anonymous No.17761677]

>>17761492
Brits are so sad

[Anonymous No.17761771]

>>17761677
I'm not a brit though

[Anonymous No.17762422]

>>17761210
I mean story-wise, he doesn't straight-up eat like five crack ampoules in the movie

[Anonymous No.17762473]

>>17761374
Very disturbing reading tbf

[Anonymous No.17762501]

uzi in the gym

[Anonymous No.17762542]

>>17761677
rent free

[Anonymous No.17763201]

>>17758820
book=more "gore" and cringer
movie=less gore and more based

both are cool, I prefer the book but meh, whatever, just watch/read both

[Anonymous No.17763247]

>>17758820
The movie is funny, entertaining, its a good movie.
The book is tedious, far more grusome, boring, and shitty.

movie>book

[Anonymous No.17763329]

>>17760450
hardest I’ve ever laughed reading a book

[Anonymous No.17763360]

>>17761374
>>17761369
I somehow erased this scene from my memory.

[Anonymous No.17763430]

The film presents a lot of things at face value while the book is more surreal. For example in the film everyone is well dressed and slick while the outfits that are described in the book in agonizing detail never make any sense and are horrible fashion, basically just random articles thrown together. Same with the food. The fact that Bateman's sanity is tenuous at best is also way more obvious.

[Anonymous No.17764747]

>>17758820
I liked the parts where he's wandering around in the Hamptons.