The Informers - Bret Easton Ellis [55]
Randy’s helped me so much in the last couple of months. He’s made me less defensive. He has traveled so much, experienced so much and read so much more than I have. I trust his opinions. He is really my best friend here. The person to whom I confide everything. It’s a little amazing—here I am in Los Angeles and my closest friend is a thirty-year-old studio executive. Life is odd, isn’t it?
Listen, do take care of yourself and if you do find some spare time, I’d love to hear from you. By the way, if you want to call me you can get me either at my grandparents’ house (213-275-9008) or at the studio (just ask for Anne) or at Randy’s place (986-2030; it’s unlisted). So if you’re in the mood.
Love,
Anne
Nov 27 1983
Dear Sean,
Hi! So I’m sitting in a bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel visiting some friends of Randy’s I just got my best night’s sleep since I’ve been in L.A. (I was taking tranquilizers for a while which really, like, screwed up my sleeping habits.) So far today I’ve done nothing but watch MTV and lie out by the pool. I told Randy (you remember Randy, don’t you?) and some other people that I might go out with them tonight but I might not. Oh dear, what a life. Did I tell you that I’ve been lying about my age? Everyone out here seems so young, is so young, that I’ve begun to feel old so I tell everyone that I’m seventeen or eighteen (I’m twenty). Randy thinks I’m sixteen. Can U believe it? A lot of the time I have to remind myself, yes, Anne, you are a college sophomore. It’s curious and a little confusing but I guess it’s not so very important. Well, I’ve got to go now. Drop me a letter? A note? Please?
Love,
Anne
Nov 30 1983
Dear Sean,
So here I am again writing to you. A lot of people are going out to Palm Springs this weekend. It’s kind of hard to say no. I had a dream with you in it a few nights ago. (Me and my weird dreams—remember the one I told you about last term? I was so interested in that one that I wrote a paper for a psychology class two terms ago. Don’t worry, though—no names were mentioned! Why didn’t I tell you this at the time? Probably because I thought you’d be embarrassed.) This dream was pretty strange. You were living in L.A. and we were both a lot older and you invited me to your birthday party and I had to fly from somewhere and had a horrible time of it. Then the rest of the dream was about the party. Everyone who was there was old and it was depressing because no one had really changed and even though it was wonderful to see you and you were as endearing as ever, I felt strange and out of place and I hated everyone. Not really hated but just couldn’t cope.
Sean, I’m really thinking seriously about staying here a little longer. I’ve sort of forgotten what New York and Camden look like and I’ve forgotten a lot of faces from there and I don’t know if I can face going back. I probably won’t stay here but I’ve been thinking about it. I’m dreading seeing those people who I called my friends. I’d rather stay out here and not, as you so often put it, “deal with it,” y’know? Everyone out here lives such exciting and interesting lives, going back seems so anticlimactic. (God, this letter is awfully meandering—I wonder if it makes any sense to you. If you find it unintelligible, then promise me you’ll be nice enough to skim over it, okay?)
Well, everything out here is interesting and stimulating. L.A. (as usual) is a lot of fun. I’ve been really getting into the social life. (Met Duran Duran out here! It was so exciting I could have died—right.) I’ve been seeing a lot of really nice English boys. (There are a lot of English boys out here—don’t ask why.) They’re all really