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The pursuing is from Bret Easton Ellis' The Shards. Ellis is the writer of six novels, a postulation of essays, and a postulation of stories, which person been translated into thirty-two languages. He lives successful Los Angeles and is the big of the Bret Easton Ellis Podcast disposable connected Patreon.

Many years agone I realized that a book, a novel, is simply a imagination that asks itself to beryllium written successful the aforesaid mode we autumn successful emotion with someone: the imagination becomes intolerable to resist, there’s thing you tin bash astir it, you yet springiness successful and succumb adjacent if your instincts archer you to tally the different mode due to the fact that this could be, successful the end, a unsafe game—someone volition get hurt. For a fewer of america the archetypal ideas, images, the archetypal stirrings tin punctual the writer to automatically immerse themselves successful the novel’s world, its romance and fantasy, its secrets. For others it tin instrumentality longer to consciousness this transportation much clearly, ages to recognize however overmuch you needed to constitute the novel, oregon emotion that person, to relive that dream, adjacent decades later. The past clip I thought astir this book, this peculiar dream, and telling this mentation of the story—the 1 you’re speechmaking now, the 1 you conscionable began—was astir 20 years ago, erstwhile I thought I could grip revealing what happened to maine and a fewer of my friends astatine the opening of our elder twelvemonth astatine Buckley, successful 1981. We were teenagers, superficially blase children, who truly knew thing astir however the satellite really worked—we had the experience, I suppose, but we didn’t person the meaning. At slightest not until thing happened that moved america into a authorities of exalted understanding.

When I archetypal sat down to constitute this novel, a twelvemonth aft the events had taken place, it turned retired that I couldn’t woody with revisiting this period, oregon immoderate of those radical I knew and the unspeakable things that befell us, including, astir crucially, what had really happened to me. In information without adjacent penning a connection I unopen the thought of the task down astir arsenic soon arsenic I began it—I was nineteen. Even without picking up a pen oregon sitting astatine my typewriter, lone mildly remembering what happened proved excessively unnerving successful that infinitesimal and I was astatine a spot successful my beingness that didn’t request the added accent and I forced myself to hide astir that period, astatine slightest for a while, and it wasn’t hard to erase the past successful that moment. But the impulse to constitute the publication returned erstwhile I near New York aft surviving determination for implicit 20 years—the East Coast was wherever I escaped astir instantly upon graduation, fleeing the trauma of my past twelvemonth astatine precocious school—and recovered myself surviving backmost successful Los Angeles, wherever those events from 1981 had taken place, and wherever I felt stronger, much resolved astir the past, and that I was susceptible of steeling myself from the symptom of it each and entering the dream. But this turned retired not to beryllium the lawsuit past either, and aft typing up a fewer pages of notes astir the events that happened successful the autumn of 1981, erstwhile I thought I had numbed myself with fractional a vessel of Ocho successful bid to support proceeding, letting the tequila stabilize my trembling hands, I experienced an anxiousness onslaught truthful terrible that it sent maine to the exigency country astatine Cedars-Sinai successful the mediate of that night. If we privation to link the enactment of penning with the metaphor of romance past I had wanted to emotion this caller and it seemed to beryllium yet offering itself to maine and I was truthful tempted, but erstwhile it came clip to consummate the narration I recovered myself incapable to autumn into the dream.


This happened erstwhile I was penning specifically astir the Trawler—a serial slayer who had been haunting the San Fernando Valley starting successful the precocious outpouring of 1980 and past announcing their beingness much powerfully successful the summertime of 1981 and who was frighteningly someway connected to us—and a question of accent truthful terrible crashed implicit maine that nighttime I began making notes I really moaned with fearfulness from the memories and I collapsed, retching up the tequila I’d been gulping down. Xanax I kept successful the nightstand by my furniture was nary help—I swallowed 3 and knew they weren’t going to bash thing rapidly enough. In that moment: I was definite I was astir to die. I dialed 911 and told the relation I was having a bosom onslaught and past fainted. The landline I was calling from—this was successful 2006, I was forty-two, I lived alone—alerted them arsenic to wherever the determination was and an alarmed doorman from the beforehand table of the high-rise

I lived successful escorted the EMTs to the eleventh floor. My flat was unlocked by the doorman and they recovered maine connected the level successful the bedroom. I regained consciousness successful an ambulance arsenic it sped on San Vicente Boulevard toward Cedars-Sinai, a abbreviated region from the Doheny Plaza, wherever I lived, and aft I was wheeled into the exigency country prone connected a stretcher and had reoriented myself arsenic to what had happened, I became embarrassed—the Xanax had kicked successful and I was calm and I knew determination was thing physically incorrect with me. I knew the panic onslaught was straight related to the memories I had of the Trawler and much specifically of Robert Mallory.

A doc checked maine out—I was fundamentally good but the infirmary wanted maine to enactment the nighttime truthful they could execute a artillery of tests, including moving an MRI, and my superior doc agreed, reminding maine implicit the telephone that my wellness security would screen astir each of the stay. But I needed to get location and opted retired of immoderate tests they wanted to administer due to the fact that if I had stayed astatine Cedars that nighttime I was definite I’d gaffe into madness, knowing that what happened to maine had thing to bash with my assemblage oregon immoderate malady I whitethorn oregon whitethorn not person harbored. It was a absorption simply connected to memory, to the past and conjuring that atrocious year—to Robert Mallory, and the Trawler, and Matt Kellner and Susan Reynolds and Thom Wright and Deborah Schaffer, arsenic good arsenic the darkened passageway I was traveling done astatine seventeen.


After that nighttime I abandoned the task and alternatively wrote 2 different books during the pursuing thirteen years, and it wasn’t until 2020 that I felt I could statesman The Shards, or The Shards had decided that Bret was acceptable due to the fact that the publication was announcing itself to me—and not the different mode around. I hadn’t reached retired to the publication due to the fact that I spent truthful galore years pushing myself distant from the dream, from Robert Mallory, from that elder twelvemonth astatine Buckley; truthful galore decades spent pushing distant from the Trawler, and Susan and Thom and Deborah and Ryan, and what happened to Matt Kellner; I had relegated this communicative to the acheronian country of the closet and for galore years this avoidance worked—I didn’t wage arsenic overmuch attraction to the publication and it stopped calling retired to me. But sometime during 2019 it began climbing its mode back, pulsing with a beingness of its own, wanting to merge with me, expanding into my consciousness successful specified a persuasive mode that I couldn’t disregard it immoderate longer—trying to disregard it had go a distraction. This peculiar timing had coincided with the information that I wasn’t penning screenplays anymore, that I had decided astatine a definite constituent to halt chasing that game—a decennary of being good compensated for TV pilots and scripts for movies that would mostly ne'er beryllium made—and I concisely wondered if determination was a transportation betwixt the publication beckoning to maine and the caller deficiency of involvement successful penning for Hollywood. It didn’t matter: I had to constitute the publication due to the fact that I needed to resoluteness what happened—it was yet time.


The spark for my renewed involvement successful the caller was initiated by a little infinitesimal years aft that anxiousness onslaught landed maine successful Cedars. I’d seen a woman—I was going to accidental a girl, but she wasn’t immoderate longer; she was a pistillate successful her mid-fifties, my age—on the country of Holloway and La Cienega successful West Hollywood. She was lasting connected the sidewalk extracurricular the Palihouse Hotel, wearing sunglasses, a telephone pressed against her ear, waiting for a car, and adjacent though this was a overmuch older mentation of the miss I utilized to cognize erstwhile we were successful precocious schoolhouse it was unmistakably her. I knew it adjacent though I hadn’t seen her successful astir forty years: she was inactive effortlessly beautiful. I had conscionable made a near crook onto Holloway and was stopped successful postulation erstwhile I noticed the fig connected the deserted sidewalk beneath the umbrella astatine the valet stand—she was possibly 20 feet distant from me. Instead of the blessed astonishment astatine seeing an aged person I was frozen with a expanse of dread—it draped implicit maine instantly and I went crystal cold. That glimpse of this pistillate successful the soma caused the fearfulness to instrumentality and it started swallowing everything—just similar it had successful 1981. She was a reminder that it had each been real, that the imagination had really happened, that adjacent though 4 decades had passed since we past saw each other, we were inactive bound by the events of that fall.

I didn’t abruptly propulsion implicit to the broadside of Holloway, adjacent the rima of the store of the CVS crossed the thoroughfare from the Palihouse, and contiguous myself to the woman, exclaim surprise, get retired of the car and connection her an embrace, marvel astatine however beauteous she inactive looked—I had successfully avoided interaction with immoderate of my classmates from our elder twelvemonth connected societal media, with lone a fewer having reached retired to maine implicit the years, usually successful the weeks aft I published a book. Instead I conscionable stared done the windshield of the BMW I was driving arsenic she stood connected that deserted sidewalk, holding the telephone to her ear, listening to whoever was talking to her, not saying anything, and adjacent with the sunglasses on, determination was thing haunted successful the mode she held herself, oregon possibly I was imagining this was true—maybe she was fine, possibly she had wholly adjusted and had processed what happened to her successful the autumn of 1981, the unspeakable wounded she suffered, the atrocious revelation she experienced, the losses she endured. I was connected my mode to Palm Springs with Todd, idiosyncratic I’d met successful 2010 and who’d been surviving with maine for the past 9 years, to walk a week with a person flying successful from New York who had rented a location connected the edges of the movie colony successful Palm Springs earlier heading to San Diego to be a bid of conferences. I’d been having a speech with Todd erstwhile I saw the pistillate successful beforehand of the Palihouse and was unopen down mid-sentence. A car abruptly blared its horn down maine and erstwhile I glanced astatine the rearview reflector I realized the airy connected Holloway had turned greenish and I wasn’t moving. “What’s wrong?” Todd asked arsenic I accelerated excessively rapidly and lurched toward Santa Monica Boulevard. I swallowed, and numbly offered, trying to dependable utterly neutral: “I knew that miss . . .”


Of people she wasn’t a miss immoderate longer—again, she was astir fifty-five, arsenic I was—but that was however I’d known her: a girl. It didn’t matter. Todd conscionable asked, “What girl?” and I made a vague distracted question with my hand—“Just idiosyncratic extracurricular Palihouse.” Todd craned his cervix but didn’t spot anyone—she was already gone. He shrugged and looked backmost astatine his phone. I realized that the outer vigor was tuned to the Totally 80s presumption and the chorus from “Vienna” by Ultravox was playing—It means thing to me, the vocalist cried out, this means thing to me—as the fearfulness kept swirling forward, a saltation connected that aforesaid fearfulness from the autumn of 1981, erstwhile we played this opus adjacent the extremity of each enactment oregon made definite of its prominence connected each mixtape we compiled. Letting the opus instrumentality maine backmost connected that December day, I thought I’d acquired the tools to header with the events that happened erstwhile I was seventeen and I adjacent thought, naïvely, foolishly, that I had worked it retired done the trauma successful the fabrication I published years later, successful my twenties and thirties and into my forties, but that circumstantial trauma rushed backmost to me, proving that immoderate I thought I’d worked retired connected my own, without having to confess it successful a novel, I evidently hadn’t.

That week we were successful the godforsaken I couldn’t sleep—perhaps a mates of hours each nighttime astatine the astir adjacent with a dependable intake of benzodiazepine. I mightiness person knocked myself retired with the Xanax I’d overdosed connected but the achromatic dreams kept maine from sleeping for much than 1 oregon 2 hours, and I would prevarication awake exhausted successful the maestro chamber successful the location connected Azure Court combating the rising panic tied to the miss I had seen. The midlife situation that began aft that nighttime successful 2006 erstwhile I tried to constitute astir what happened to america our elder twelvemonth astatine Buckley, completed itself astir 7 years later—seven years spent successful a fever imagination wherever the free-floating anxiousness alienated everyone I knew and the accompanying accent caused maine to driblet forty pounds—waned distant with the assistance of a therapist, a benignant of beingness manager whom I dutifully saw each week for a twelvemonth successful an bureau disconnected Sawtelle Boulevard conscionable a artifact past the 405 who was the lone 1 retired of fractional a twelve shrinks I’d seen not acrophobic of the things I was telling him. I had learned from the erstwhile 5 therapists that I had to downplay the fearfulness of what had happened—to me, to us—and that I had to rearrange the communicative truthful that it was much palatable successful bid not to disturb the sessions themselves.

I was yet successful a semipermanent narration and the insignificant problems that ne'er really threatened my life—addiction, depression—crept away. People who had been avoiding maine those past 7 years, erstwhile I was emaciated and furious, would tally into the caller Bret successful a edifice oregon astatine a screening and seemed confused erstwhile they saw I wasn’t arsenic freaked retired and messed up arsenic I utilized to be. And the prince-of-darkness literate persona readers thought I had ever embodied was present vanishing, being replaced by thing sunnier—the antheral who wrote American Psycho was actually, immoderate radical were amazed to find out, conscionable an amiable mess, possibly adjacent likable, and not astir the careless nihilist truthful galore radical mistook maine for, an representation that I possibly played on with anyway. But it had ne'er been the intended pose.


She was lasting crossed the thoroughfare from a CVS pharmacy that utilized to be, decades ago, a New Wave roller-disco rink called Flipper’s, and connected the mode retired to Palm Springs the show of the pistillate caused maine to retrieve the past clip I had been to Flipper’s, successful the outpouring of 1981, earlier Robert Mallory appeared that September and everything changed. I was with Thom Wright and 2 different guys from our people astatine Buckley, Jeff Taylor and Kyle Colson—we were 4 seventeen-year-old high-school students successful the convertible Rolls-Royce of a mildly infamous but harmless cheery con antheral successful his aboriginal forties named Ron Levin who Jeff Taylor had introduced to the group, each of america a small wired from the cocaine we had done astatine Ron’s condo successful Beverly Hills earlier that evening. This was really connected a schoolhouse nighttime during the mediate of our inferior twelvemonth and what this mightiness suggest astir our adolescence is, I suppose, unfastened to interpretation. It besides mightiness suggest thing astir our satellite that Jeff, a handsome surfer who—after Thom Wright—was the second- oregon third-best-looking feline successful our class, was supplying Ron Levin with mild intersexual favors for currency adjacent though Jeff was straight, astir of it going to a caller surfboard, stereo instrumentality and a weed supplier successful Zuma.

It mightiness besides suggest thing astir our satellite that Ron Levin was murdered a fewer years aboriginal by 2 members of thing called the Billionaire Boys Club—an concern and societal radical corporate made up of galore of the guys we vaguely knew from the private-school country successful Los Angeles, guys who went to the Harvard School for Boys, which, on with the Buckley School, was 1 of the 2 astir prestigious backstage schools successful Los Angeles, and students from some places often knew each different successful the vaguely exclusive satellite of prep schools then. Later, I would conscionable the laminitis of the Billionaire Boys Club, a feline my property named Joe Hunt, during wintertime interruption from Bennington astatine a casual meal with a fewer friends astatine La Scala Boutique successful Beverly Hills successful the months preceding Ron Levin’s execution astatine the hands of BBC’s information manager that Joe ordered, and thing astir Joe Hunt, gangly and handsome and quiet, ever suggested helium would beryllium susceptible of the crimes helium was aboriginal imprisoned for.

I’m digressing due to the fact that what happened to america that autumn successful 1981 had thing to bash with the Billionaire Boys Club oregon Ron Levin oregon Joe Hunt. This was conscionable a conception of wherever the satellite we were a portion of was heading toward during that heavy span of empire, and by the clip the Billionaire Boys Club “happened” successful 1983, what “happened” to america had already occurred, and it was possibly the casually hedonistic satellite of adults we were eagerly entering that opened a doorway that allowed Robert Mallory and the Trawler and the events of that autumn to greet us—it aboriginal seemed, astatine slightest to me, an invitation we thoughtlessly sent retired wholly unaware of the terms we would extremity up paying.


Flipper’s loomed person connected that outpouring nighttime successful Ron Levin’s convertible Rolls-Royce arsenic we headed up La Cienega into West Hollywood from Beverly Hills, Donna Summer singing “Dim All the Lights” from the car’s stereo, disconnected the eight-track of Bad Girls. Ron was driving and Jeff was successful the rider seat, Kyle and Thom and myself successful the back, but I could spot from wherever I was squeezed betwixt Thom and Kyle that Ron’s manus was connected Jeff’s thigh and past Jeff mildly pushed Ron’s manus distant without looking astatine him. Thom had leaned implicit and saw this aft I nudged him and glanced astatine maine with a shrug, rolling his eyes, whatever. Did the motion connote that this was simply wherever we each were and we were good with it? I wondered hopefully arsenic I glanced backmost astatine Thom Wright. But we truly didn’t care: we were precocious and young and it was a lukewarm outpouring nighttime and entering into the satellite of adults—nothing other mattered. This nighttime successful 1981 took spot earlier a placid and beauteous summertime successful L.A.—the summertime earlier the fearfulness began, though we recovered retired it had really started before that summer, had already been unfolding successful ways we weren’t aware—and that night, which I retrieve fewer circumstantial details of, seems successful retrospect similar 1 of the past guiltless nights of my beingness contempt the information that we should person ne'er been there, underage and somewhat precocious connected cocaine and with a overmuch older cheery antheral who would beryllium murdered 3 years aboriginal by 1 of our private-school peers.

I don’t retrieve roller-skating but I retrieve sitting successful a booth drinking champagne, the Xanadu soundtrack blasting, and I retrieve that we went backmost to Ron’s flat successful Beverly Hills and Ron casually disappeared into the chamber with Jeff—he wanted to amusement Jeff a caller Rolex he’d conscionable bought. Kyle drove backmost to his parents’ successful Brentwood portion Thom and I did immoderate much coke and played records (and I retrieve those records that night: Duran Duran, Billy Idol, Squeeze), earlier I yet left, portion Thom waited for Jeff, and aft Ron passed retired the 2 of them headed to Jeff’s father’s spot successful Malibu, wherever they stayed up the remainder of the nighttime and finished the half-gram Ron gave Jeff and deed the formation successful their bedewed suits astatine dawn to surf the waves cresting on the misty greeting shores earlier they enactment connected their schoolhouse uniforms and made the agelong thrust to Buckley, taking Sunset each the mode to Beverly Glen and past implicit the elevation into Sherman Oaks. Hours earlier I had already driven done the canyons backmost to my parents’ spot connected Mulholland, wherever I took a Valium I recovered successful a Gucci pillbox—the pillbox a Christmas acquisition from Susan Reynolds erstwhile I was 15 and possibly different hint astir wherever we each were—before falling into an casual and dreamless sleep.


We were truthful autonomous astatine sixteen but it ne'er seemed similar it was to our youthful detriment, due to the fact that the week you got your driver’s licence successful L.A. was erstwhile you became an adult. I retrieve erstwhile Jeff Taylor archetypal got his car earlier immoderate of america and connected a schoolhouse nighttime picked up Thom Wright successful Beverly Hills and past dropped by the location connected Mulholland to get maine and past drove into Hollywood with the eight-track of Billy Joel’s Glass Houses blasting “You May Be Right” and we went to spot a precocious amusement of Saturn 3 successful a deserted Cinerama Dome—this was successful February of 1980. I don’t retrieve the movie—R-rated sci-fi starring Farrah Fawcett—only the state of being retired connected our ain and without immoderate parents involved. This was the archetypal clip we had driven by ourselves to spot a 10 o’clock movie and I retrieve hanging retired successful the immense parking batch of the Cinerama Dome arsenic midnight neared, a deserted Hollywood surrounding us, sharing a joint, the aboriginal wide open.

It was not antithetic aft I got my driver’s licence to determine astatine 7 o’clock connected a Wednesday aft browsing my homework that I would thrust down the elevation from the location connected Mulholland and into West Hollywood to spot the archetypal acceptable of the Psychedelic Furs astatine the Whisky without asking my mother’s support (my parents were separated by that constituent successful 1980), due to the fact that this had go a communal weeknight out. I would conscionable fto my parent cognize that I’d beryllium backmost by midnight and past I’d gaffe retired of the location and thrust done the bare canyons with Missing Persons oregon the Doors playing and parkland successful a batch disconnected Sunset wherever I’d wage 5 dollars to the attendant connected North Clark. I would easy get into the Whisky with a fake ID (some nights I wasn’t adjacent carded) and successful the nine I’d inquire the Rastafarian by the barroom if helium knew wherever I could get immoderate coke and the Rastafarian would usually constituent to a kid with platinum-blond hairsbreadth successful the backmost of the room, whom I’d locomotion implicit to and motion at, slipping him a wad of folded currency earlier I ordered a whiskey sour, which was a portion I favored successful precocious school, waiting for him arsenic helium checked thing retired successful the manager’s bureau and past brought maine a tiny packet. Afterward I would thrust up the canyons and past cruise on Mulholland—everything was deserted, I was high, smoking a clove cigarette—and descend Laurel Canyon and thrust on the neighborhoods nestled supra Ventura Boulevard: I’d commencement successful Studio City and past glide done Sherman Oaks dilatory successful the acheronian on Valley Vista until I arrived successful Encino and then, past that, into Tarzana, conscionable idly driving by the darkened houses that lined the suburban neighborhoods, listening to the Kings until it was clip to caput backmost up to Mulholland. I’d instrumentality either Ventura Boulevard oregon the 101 and astatine Van Nuys marque the thrust up Beverly Glen, and sometimes portion heading location drawback the greenish flashes from the eyes of coyotes successful the glare of the headlights arsenic they glanced astatine the Mercedes portion trotting crossed Mulholland—sometimes successful packs— and I’d person to halt the car, waiting to fto them prowl past. And I could ever negociate the adjacent morning, nary substance however precocious my nights played out, to propulsion into the Buckley parking lot, neatly wearing my uniform, minutes earlier the archetypal people began, ne'er feeling hungover oregon bushed but lone pleasantly buzzed.


If the outpouring and summer of 1981 had been the dream, thing paradisaical, past September represented the extremity of that imagination with the accomplishment of Robert Mallory—there was present the consciousness of thing else moving in, acheronian patterns were revealing themselves, and we began noticing things for the archetypal time: a awesome we had ne'er heard earlier started calling retired to us. I don’t privation to marque a nonstop transportation betwixt definite events and the accomplishment of Robert Mallory successful September of 1981 aft that paradisaical summertime but it happened to coincide with a benignant of madness that dilatory descended implicit the city. It was arsenic if different satellite was announcing itself, coating the 1 we had each safely taken for granted into a darker color.

For example, this became a clip erstwhile homes successful definite neighborhoods were abruptly being targeted and staked retired by members of a cult whose intent was hard to ascertain, the airy hippie hanging retired astatine the extremity of the driveway muttering to himself, his pacing interrupted by a little shuffle-dance, and later, successful December, determination were integrative explosives planted each implicit municipality by the cult the hippies belonged to. There was abruptly a sniper connected the extortion of a section store successful Beverly Hills connected the nighttime earlier Thanksgiving, and determination was a weaponry menace that cleared retired Chasen’s connected Christmas Eve. Suddenly we knew astir a teenage lad who had convinced himself helium was possessed by a “Satanic demon” successful Pacific Palisades and the elaborate exorcism by 2 priests to escaped the lad of the demon, which astir killed him—the lad bled from his eyes and went deaf successful 1 ear, developed pancreatitis, and 4 ribs were breached during the ritual. Suddenly determination was the UCLA pupil buried live arsenic a prank by 5 classmates precocious connected PCP astatine a fraternity enactment that a witnesser blandly said had “somehow gotten retired of hand” and who astir didn’t marque it, ending up successful a coma successful a darkened country successful 1 of the buildings lining Medical Plaza. Suddenly determination were the spider infestations that bloomed everyplace crossed the city. The astir fanciful communicative that autumn progressive a mutation, a monster, a food the size of a tiny car hauled retired of the water disconnected Malibu—its tegument was gray-white and determination were ample patches of silvery-orange scales dusted crossed it and adjacent though it had the jaws of a shark it decidedly wasn’t one, and erstwhile the happening was gutted by section fishermen they recovered the bodies of 2 dogs who had been missing swallowed whole.

And then, of course, determination was the Trawler announcing itself.

For astir a twelvemonth determination had been assorted break-ins and assaults, and past disappearances, and successful 1981, the corpse of a 2nd missing teenage miss was found—the different 1 discovered successful 1980—and was yet connected to the location invasions. Everything mightiness person happened without the beingness of Robert Mallory but the information that his accomplishment coincided with the unusual darkening that had begun to lightly spiral into our lives was thing I couldn’t ignore, adjacent though others did, astatine their ain peril. Whether it was atrocious luck oregon atrocious timing these events were simply tied together, and though Robert Mallory wasn’t the sniper connected the extortion of Neiman Marcus oregon the caller who emptied retired Chasen’s and helium wasn’t connected to the convulsive exorcism successful Pacific Palisades oregon anyplace adjacent the fraternity location successful Westwood wherever the pledge had been flung into an unfastened grave, his presence, for me, was connected to each of these things; each fearfulness communicative we heard that fall, thing that darkened our bubble successful ways we ne'er noticed before, led to him.


A week agone I ordered a reproduction of the 1982 Buckley yearbook from a website called for ninety-nine dollars and it was FedExed 4 days aboriginal to the flat connected Doheny and erstwhile it arrived I remembered wherefore I didn’t person a copy: I ne'er wanted to beryllium reminded of the things that happened to maine and the friends we lost. Our yearbook was called Images, and this variation was overseen by a classmate who became a well-known shaper successful Hollywood and she gave 1982 a cinematic theme: interspersed passim the yearbook were stills of movies, everything from Gone with the Wind to Ordinary People, which seemed, successful retrospect to what happened, astir unnaturally frivolous and uncaring, a mode of forcing a lipstick grin onto a decease mask. While dilatory turning the pages of the “Seniors” section, wherever each of america had an idiosyncratic leafage to reminisce and convey our parents and adhd photos of friends and quotations, designing the leafage to correspond who we thought we were astatine eighteen, our champion selves, I was haunted by the information that retired of the sixty seniors from that people of 1982 5 were missing—the 5 who didn’t marque it for assorted reasons—and this information was simply inescapable: I couldn’t imagination it distant oregon unreal it wasn’t true. We were listed alphabetically and aft sipping from a tumbler of gin I would tentatively crook to wherever each of them would person been placed wrong those sixty pages and announcement that they simply weren’t there—they had each existed that archetypal week successful September but present they were erased. Instead 3 of them were listed successful the “In Memoriam” conception astatine the backmost of the book.


Excerpted from The Shards by Bret Easton Ellis. Published January 17, 2023 by Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of The Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a part of Penguin Random House LLC. Copyright © 2023 by Bret Easton Ellis Corporation.

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