Hmm …

… No Thanks. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Just as Ellis is obsessed with Twitter while denying the seriousness of Twitter, so he's obsessed with politics—especially the socio-politics of celebrity—while announcing that one of the main problems with the world is that we are obsessed with politics.

In its review of White, Vox takes out after Ellis for this notion, reminding him that "there is no such thing as non-political art." And maybe we can discern here at least the skeleton of the book Bret Easton Ellis could have written, should have written, if he had set aside his pose of angsty teenaged provocateur and thought his way through our cultural problems as an adult.

Well, this tells you more about how moronic Vox is than anything else. Art and politics, in my view, rarely mix well. Perhaps the people at Vox will deign to explain the political implications of Da Vinci's The Last Supper or Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase. Or how about Debussy's Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun?