The informers by Bret Easton Ellis

Author:Bret Easton Ellis [Ellis, Bret Easton]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780679743248
Publisher: New York : Knopf, c1994.
Published: 1995-11-14T15:00:00+00:00

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LETTERS FROM L.A.

Sept 4 1983

Dear Sean,

Guess you didn't expect to hear from me. Talk about getting away from it all! Here I am-all away across the country in California, sitting on my bed, drinking diet Coke and listening to Bowie. Pretty weird, isn't it? I've been in L.A. a week and I still can't quite believe it. All this summer I knew that I'd be coming out here but somehow the idea wasn't quite real. It's just as well that I didn't spend too much time thinking about it because nothing would have prepared me. L.A. is something else.

I got into LAX last Tuesday afternoon, half-crazy from lack of sleep and wondering what the hell I was doing here. It was like walking into another world. too degrees out and all these beautiful blond tan people (specimens!) staring into outer space, walking around me and toward their cars. I felt so pale-kind of like what it would feel being the only blond girl in Egypt or something. And I got this awful feeling that all of them were looking at me: no tan, not blond, not beautiful, let's ignore her! All I did those first few days was chainsmoke Export A's and took at the pavement and wish I was back at Camden. I'm not sure how one fits in here. Get a tan? Dye my hair blond? I know it sounds paranoid but I really feel this hostility toward me. I'm getting used to it but still.

My grandparents were overjoyed when they saw me. They aren't very emotional people but I've always been their favorite granddaughter and they were positively bubbling over with excitement. On the way back to their house my grandfather, who looked so tan and healthy it was positively eerie, patted my hand and said, "From now on we're going to take care of you—you won't lack for anything," and he didn't seem to be joking.

This last week I spent doing mostly touristy stuff and going to parties and trying to catch up on my sleep. We spent a day at Disneyland, which was a real trip. I've seen pictures of the place but let me tell you, Sean, seeing this place in reality was altogether something else. My grandfather's assistant took something like twenty roles of pictures: me standing with Mickey Mouse (feeling utterly foolish), me in front of the Matterhorn, me staring pensively at Space Mountain, some pervert dressed up as Pluto coming on to me (disgusting), me with the Haunted Mansion in the background, etc. etc. etc. I got lost at Disneyland, which was most embarrassing. The place is a little smaller than I anticipated but it's wonderful looking. We also went to four wax museums and then went driving up and down Sunset Boulevard (L.A. by night is so pretty). Actually the nightlife is pretty hot. On Friday night I went out with this couple, Mr. and Mrs. Fang (she's an executive at Universal and he's a record producer) to some exclusive club and danced and got drunk and had great fun.

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