Brett Easton Ellis | AMERICAN PSYCHO “‘What’s that, a gram?’ Price says, not apathetically. ‘New card.’ I try to act casual about it but I’m smiling proudly. ‘What do you think?’ ‘Whoa,’ McDermott says, lifting it up, fingering the card, genuinely impressed. ‘Verynice. Take a look.’ He hands it to Van Patten. ‘Picked them up from the printer’s yesterday,’ I mention. ‘Cool coloring,’ Van Patten says, studying the card closely. ‘That’s bone,’ I point out. ‘And the lettering is something called Silian Rail.’ ‘Silian Rail?’ McDermott asks. ‘Yeah. Not bad, huh?’ ‘It is very cool, Bateman,’ Van Patten says guardedly, the jealous bastard, ‘but that’snothing….’ He pulls out his wallet and slaps a card next to an ashtray. ‘Look at this.’ We all lean over and inspect David’s card and Price quietly says, ‘That’s really nice.’A brief spasm of jealousy courses through me when I notice the elegance of the colorand the classy type. I clench my fist as Van Patten says, smugly, ‘Eggshell withRomalian type…’ He turns to me. ‘What do you think?’ ‘Nice,’ I croak, but manage to nod, as the busboy brings four fresh Bellinis. ‘Jesus,’ Price says, holding the card up to the light, ignoring the new drinks. ‘This isreally super. How’d a nitwit like you get so tasteful?’ I’m looking at Van Patten’s card and then at mine and cannot believe that Priceactually likes Van Patten’s better. Dizzy, I sip my drink then take a deep breath. ‘But wait,’ Price says. ‘You ain’t seen nothin’ yet…’ He pulls his out of an inside coatpocket and slowly, dramatically turns it over for our inspection and says, ‘Mine.’ Even I have to admit it’s magnificent. Suddenly the restaurant seems far away, hushed, the noise distant, a meaninglesshum, compared to this card, and we all hear Price’s words: ‘Raised lettering, palenimbus white…’ ‘Holy shit,’ Van Patten exclaims. ‘I’ve never seen…’ ‘Nice, very nice,’ I have to admit. ‘But wait. Let’s see Montgomery’s.’ Price pulls it out and though he’s acting nonchalant, I don’t see how he can ignore itssubtle off-white coloring, its tasteful thickness. I am unexpectedly depressed that Istarted this. ... I pick up Montgomery’s card and actually finger it, for the sensation the card gives offto the pads of my fingers. ‘Nice, huh?’ Price’s tone suggests he realizes I’m jealous. ‘Yeah,’ I say offhandedly, giving Price the card like I don’t give a shit, but I’m finding ithard to swallow. ” — Brett Easton Ellis | AMERICAN PSYCHO glamourNatasha JoukovskyOctober 5, 2016Brett Easton Ellis, American Psycho, 1Comment