Oh, the not-always-pretty, glittery, drugged up world of New York City nightlife. To see it through the eyes of Bret Easton Ellis is to see the gritty underbelly of it. In Glamorama, the protagonist, Victor Ward, is on his way to being a club-owner, with a supermodel girlfriend. Doesn't sound like a bad life until you figure in his low-life partner, his girlfriend's drug addiction, his cheating problem, and all the other bumps in the road that exist in club-land. Ellis' constant name-dropping and focus on materialism only adds to the strung-out plot-line. Like his other books, it can easily become a favorite for either sex - and this one's a little less gory than American Psycho for those with a weak stomach.