Once you've read one Bret Easton Ellis you have largely read them all - or so I felt when reading this. Young man from a well-to-do family has gay sex and drives around in a Mercedes Benz and if you have nostalgia for that time and place then maybe it would suit, but while I'm the same age as him I grew up in South London and it was very different. Tobias Wolff's "Old School" did the elite-school sort of thing far better. As, from another direction, with its description of rootless addiction, does "Infinite Jest."