Less Than Zero

Less Than Zero

Language: English

Pages: 208

ISBN: 0679781498

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Set in Los Angeles in the early 1980's, this coolly mesmerizing novel is a raw, powerful portrait of a lost generation who have experienced sex, drugs, and disaffection at too early an age, in a world shaped by casual nihilism, passivity, and too much money a place devoid of feeling or hope.

Clay comes home for Christmas vacation from his Eastern college and re-enters a landscape of limitless privilege and absolute moral entropy, where everyone drives Porches, dines at Spago, and snorts mountains of cocaine. He tries to renew feelings for his girlfriend, Blair, and for his best friend from high school, Julian, who is careering into hustling and heroin. Clay's holiday turns into a dizzying spiral of desperation that takes him through the relentless parties in glitzy mansions, seedy bars, and underground rock clubs and also into the seamy world of L.A. after dark.

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meet at the Cafe Casino in Westwood. Rip says, “No, not quite,” and then, “Anyway it doesn’t matter.” “Yeah, I guess.” “What do you need?” I pull my wallet out and get the feeling that Rip never showed up at the Cafe Casino in Beverly Hills either. Trent’s on the phone in his room, trying to score some coke from a dealer who lives in Malibu since he hasn’t been able to get in touch with Julian. After talking to the guy for like twenty minutes he hangs the phone up and looks at me. I

someone.” He takes a bite out of the cheeseburger and I take the napkin covered with ketchup and put it on the table behind ours. “An abortion?” “Yeah.” “For who?” There’s a long pause and Julian says, “Some girl.” “I would think so. But who?” “She’s living with some friends in Westwood. Look, can you let me borrow the money or not?” I look down at the people walking around the first floor of the Galleria and wonder what would happen if I spill the Coke over the side. “Yeah,” I finally

her shoulders comes up to Trent. “Trent, like, oh my God. Isn’t this place a scream?” the girl squeals. “Hey, Ronnette, what are you doing here?” Trent is completely stoned; fell asleep during the second half of the movie. “Like hanging around.” “Hey, Ronnette, this is Clay. Clay, this is Ronnette.” “Hi, Clay,” she says, flirting. “Hey, you two, what flick did you see?” She opens a piece of Bazooka and pops it into her mouth. “Um … number thirteen,” Trent says, groggy, eyes red and half

“Come on, Trent,” I tell him. “My nose hurts.” “It’s all right. This’ll make it feel better. We can go upstairs at Hamburger Hamlet.” I look at Trent. Trent looks at me. It only takes five minutes and when we come back down onto the street, I don’t feel too much better. Trent says that he does and wants to go to the arcade across the street. He also tells me that Sylvan, from France, O.D.’d on Friday. I tell him that I don’t know who Sylvan was. He shrugs. “Ever mainline?” he asks. “Have I

the girl’s head. “Come on, Trent,” I say. “Let’s get outta here.” He looks over at me and then at Spin and the girl and says, “I think I’m gonna stay.” I just stand there. Spin turns his head while he’s thrusting into the girl’s head and says, “Shut the door if you’re gonna stay. Okay?” “You should stay,” Trent says. I close the door and walk away and through the living room, where Ross is still playing Centipede. “I got the high score,” he says. He notices that I’m leaving and asks, “Hey,

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