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The real filth in American Psycho : a critical reassessment
"An afternoon in late 1991 found me on a Sydney bus reading Brett Easton Ellis’ American Psycho (1991). A disembarking passenger paused at my side and, as I glanced up, hissed, ‘I don’t know how you can read that filth’. As she continued to make her way to the front of the vehicle, I was as stunned as if she had struck me physically. There was real vehemence in both her words and how they were delivered, and I can still see her eyes squeezing into slits as she hesitated while curling her mouth around that final angry word: ‘filth’. Now, almost fifteen years later, the memory is remarkably vivid. As the event is also still remarkable; this comment remaining the only remark ever made to me by a stranger about anything I have been reading during three decades of travelling on public transport."--p. 1.
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Volume
9Issue
5Start Page
1End Page
9Number of Pages
9eISSN
1441-2616Location
StLucia, QldPublisher
University of Queensland, Media and Cultural Studies CentreLanguage
en-ausPeer Reviewed
- Yes
Open Access
- No
Era Eligible
- Yes