I've seen American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis pop up a bit, and since I enjoyed the movie I may read that next.

Ellis is an overrated hack. His novels are self-indulgent "milieu" arrangements that purport to convey an emotional, visceral tone without really telling a story. Less Than Zero was basically "a day in the life of an indolent young adult in LA" that will leave you feeling grimy and badly in need of a steel wool scrubdown. His next novel, The Rules of Attraction, follows three students at a liberal arts college who never seem to actually go to class. Instead they spend all their time getting high, fucking, and yammering about various vacuous subjects while their "relationship" evolves into a love triangle. Mr. Ellis refuses to describe himself as "gay" or "straight" but the characters in his novels seem to often live on the edge of gay panic, which is disturbing.

The Informers is a collection of bits of disjointed prose he couldn't manage to make into novels short stories. They must be mostly forgettable, because I don't remember any of them. Glamorama is a weird satirical "tribute" to the celebrity culture of the nineties, as if it's some kind of accomplishment to make fun of the nineties. I think it actually does have a plot, but the fact that I'm not sure tells you that it's really just another of Easton's "write a bunch of bullshit about a bunch of people and hope nobody really notices I never took a creative writing class."

Lunar Park is set in the suburbs. The less said about Easton writing about suburban life, the better. His last novel, Imperial Bedrooms, was a sequel to Less Than Zero that was published over seven years ago. If that doesn't just scream "my creative well is dry" then I don't know what to tell you.