If i remember correctly, Glamorama was first published in 1999, so this book took a long time to be written. I checked Ellis' name numerous times, and was afraid he had dried up. Lunar Park is the proof that he hasn't. Although the book is excellent, i wouldn't recommend it to readers unfamiliar with Ellis' previous work. Although the book begins like an autobiography and gives an overview of how Ellis got where he is, it is clear that the book is not your average biography. Ellis puts himself in the spotlights by writing about Bret Easton Ellis, and tries to uncover the origins of his writings. By the end of the introductory chapter, however, the reader finds out that there is much more going on: the biographical angle gives the book a high level of verisimilitude and credibility, but the story takes a very different turn as from chapter two. This is a book in which Ellis seems to confront the demons from his past. He is the author of American Psycho, a milestone in American fiction not only because of the reactions of just about everyone who has read it, or claims to have read it, but also because of the superb way in which it is written. In Lunar Park, Ellis confronts his past and American Psycho. We see a writer who is struggling with life, with his family, with his addictions, someone who has become a caricature of himself, someone who got caught up in his past, someone who is is the prisoner of the fiction he has written. That fiction comes to haunt him now in the gothic novel Lunar Park turns out to become. Because Ellis pictures himself as the main character in this ghost story, the reader identifies the Ellis of the book as the real Ellis. We actually feel sorry for the guy who unleashed Patrick Bateman and is haunted by him in return, whereas the only thing he wants is to get into the pants of the student doing her thesis on his fiction. However, it could very well be that she only exists in his imagination, especially given the amount of medicine, drugs and alcohol Ellis consumes throughout this book. I take my hat off to the author who fictionalises himself and plays a superb game with his reader. The Ellis in the book is caught up by his past, Ellis the writer is one step ahead. He controls Patrick Bateman.