White

White

<b>Own it, snowflakes: you've <i>lost </i>everything you claim to hold dear.</b><br><br><i>White </i>is Bret Easton Ellis's first work of nonfiction. Already the bad boy of American literature, from<i> Less Than Zero</i> to <i>American Psycho</i>, Ellis has also earned the wrath of right-thinking people everywhere with his provocations on social media, and here he escalates his admonishment of received truths as expressed by today's version of "the left." Eschewing convention, he embraces views that will make many in literary and media communities cringe, as he takes aim at the relentless anti-Trump fixation, coastal elites, corporate censorship, Hollywood, identity politics, Generation Wuss, "woke" cultural watchdogs, the obfuscation of ideals once both cherished and clear, and the fugue state of American democracy. In a young century marked by hysterical correctness and obsessive fervency on both sides of an aisle that's taken on the scale of the Grand Canyon, <i>White</i> is a clarion call for freedom of speech and artistic freedom.<br> <i> </i><br> "The central tension in Ellis's art—or his life, for that matter—is that while [his] aesthetic is the cool reserve of his native California, detachment over ideology, he can't stop generating heat.... He's hard-wired to break furniture."—Karen Heller, <i>The Washington Post</i><br> <i> </i><br>"Sweating with rage . . . humming with paranoia."—Anna Leszkiewicz, <i>The Guardian</i><br> <i> </i><br>"Snowflakes on both coasts in withdrawal from Rachel Maddow's nightly Kremlinology lesson can purchase a whole book to inspire paroxysms of rage . . . a veritable thirst trap for the easily microaggressed. It's all here. Rants about Trump derangement syndrome; MSNBC; #MeToo; safe spaces."—Bari Weiss<i>, The New York Times</i><br> <i> </i>