Bret Easton Ellis knows how to push buttons.
Everything in 'White,' from the cover on, knowingly baits readers into calling Ellis what many of his critics have long said he is: a sexist, a misogynist, a racist. His playfully provocative first nonfiction book is a feature-length yawp, equal parts memoir and State of the Union address, that will infuriate or delight, depending on your tolerance for irony. It’s unlikely to win him any converts.
For my full review of White (Knopf, 2019), by Bret Easton Ellis, visit The Washington Post.
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