This I reread, after being swept by The Shards. It’s been a ling time.

What I remembered and experienced again: the desolation of the insanely rich narcist brats. The substance abuse. The emptiness, the pervasive, stiffling sense of boredom of those free to pursuit anything, no limits. Also: the glimpse of humanity.

I did not recall the viscersl cruelty that much. Even so, the language is mesmerizing, powerful.

This is not a happy book. Many books are not.