A young man relates about his quest for love and meaning in a life lived lost torn between conflicting ideals.
Website A Comet Appears
Life is easy. Love is cheap. And everything is so incredibly beautiful. Let’s do drugs. Let’s dance with sexy people. Let’s make love. And everything is so incredibly beautiful. The city lights at night. The fluorescent drinks. The smell of endless summer. Everything is so incredibly beautiful. We can change the world. We are the future. We will make it happen. And then a comet appears…
A comet appears tells of a young man’s quest to unify his conflicting ideals. Torn between the ambition to live a good life and the love for the life he lives, the protagonist struggles with happiness and pleasure, dreams and reality. It’s a story about being lost and finding love, an account of growing up and making choices.
A comet appears is Brett Easton Ellis’s Less Than Zero for the low-cost-airline generation.
Once again a silence fell. He has a nasty way of making me talk, tell it all. And Robbert remembered the last time they met in Madrid more clearly now. We played the same game. We talked the same way. I talked; the other listened and asked with as little words as possible just enough to hear me out. I did not mind, then. I had almost finished university. I thought I understood the world. Everything. I didn’t know how much everything really is. The world, I thought, was mine. And I had loved to talk about this world and about how to make this world a better place. For all and most of all for myself. The other’s ears were more than welcome.
How things change. That was, now, long ago. It feels longer, still. Time is a strange thing. Robbert remembered the last time they talked and the January sun that shone through the leaves on the Castellana. He remembered the smell of the city. Madrid. The dirt and the exhaust gasses
and the stale beer in bars and the refreshing rain and the noise. The endless noise. And the life. The girls. The alcohol. His first experience with cocaine. And his second. And then first countless Spanish girls, Erasmus students, daughters of tourists. Some days he felt all he ate was fresh girls’ presence and their thick tongues and the world was so easy and he understood it all. And the day he left. Malin at the airport, a little note with her number in his hand. No tears, no hard feelings. That would change. And in between this strange encounter with the other. How often had they almost met since? Or met? And how?
The other interrupted his thoughts. "Why were you here this first time?"