This was not an easy book for me to complete. I started reading while on vacation in May of 2010 and finished 7 months later. Ellis’s style of over-describing what every hip person in the room is wearing was a little mundane midway through the book and I put it aside once or twice.

“Be careful on your way out,” Sam says. “One of them usually carries a bottle of hydrochloric acid and is basically very stern.” Sam pauses. “They used to work at the Israeli embassy.” “Is that a club?” Sam Ho stops smiling and relaxes and touches the side of my face tenderly. “You’re so mainstream,” he murmurs.

Glamorama is a confusing adventure. A tale of two victors. Mistaken identities, psychosis, air conditioning, confetti, fashion, celebrities, terrorism and blackmail. Vespas and club openings. Sex and drugs. Maybe. Truth is, it wasn’t until near the end when Victor has a phone conversation with his sister that I really had a grasp on what was going on the whole time.

The End