The first half of the book is very funny and unself-consciously satirical, and deals with the grand opening of a trendy new club in New York City. Victor is trying desperately to come up with the ultimate guest-list for the party, and is simultaneously trying to get cast in the new film Flatliners 2. There are long sections of the book that are just names listed, one after another. Honestly, it's not quite as annoying as it sounds. The book becomes the non-airbrushed version of People magazine.
Celebrities are nothing but their public personas.
Then the book takes a turn for the bizarre, and a turn for the worse. Occasionally the crew converged and the camera would follow me at a discreet distance, shots mainly of Victor on the upper-deck starboard railing, trying to light cigarettes, some rolled with marijuana, sunglasses on, wearing an oversized Armani leather jacket. I was told to look sad, as if my world were falling apart. Ellis attempts, a bit too obviously, to show the readers how pretentious and meaningless the lives of the characters are, but falls short and only succeeds in unconsciously making his story slightly pretentious and meaningless. The sky could be black with spaceships.