In his review of Imperial Bedrooms, Jay Atkinson mentions Kerouac (who he wrote a book on), Bukowski, Jim Carroll, Walt Whitman, and Thoreau, all to make that point that Bret Easton Ellis is not as good as any of them. I also really like this line: “Of course, Ellis’s new book is laden with the obligatory references to Ambien, Grey Goose vodka, Josh Hartnett, Kevin Spacey, “Lost,’’ et al, brand names that are meant to be “relatable,’’ I suppose. But […]