Get Me Out Of Here

by Henry Sutton

Life for Matt Freeman isnít good. For starters, heís having serious girlfriend problems. He pops round to her place for a bite to eat and a chat, but things get way out of hand.

Get Me Out Of Here by Henry Sutton

Then thereís his work; heís continually bigging himself up to his friends and family, particularly about some huge deal he has going on with some North Koreans. And although his lies get him so far, they donít quite get him far enough.

And then thereís attitude; apparently everyone has one, and they donít mind waving it about in his face. Thereís only so much one man can take, and Matt has his nose right up to that point where most people snap.

With its metro-sexual protagonist obsessed with brand names, as well as his growing desire for violence, Suttonís latest has more than a little dťjŗ vu about it. The reason for this is thus: someone has already written this book. In 1991 Bret Easton Ellis wrote the controversial American Psycho. Sutton has essentially transposed that character to London and has written American Psycho Lite.

Unfortunately for Sutton, his Freeman is nowhere near in the same league as the likes of Patrick Bateman, on any scale. His biggest flaw is that he just isnít likeable. Rogues can have personalities too, but Freeman is just a tired, old nag. Heís a moaning Minnie without any redeeming features.

With that in mind, itís difficult to care about any of the relationships he has with friends and family, all of which are highly superficial.

Then there are the times when his dark side is revealed. Sadly, Sutton cloaks the fact that Freeman may or may not be a serial killer so heavily, that it can leave the reader feeling that they really couldn't care less if he is or if he isnít.

Whatís left is quite an empty experience. If youíre going to write a book that echoes that of a modern classic, surely youíve got to be confident enough to bring something new to the table? If Sutton had injected even just a modicum of his own arrogance Ė for thinking he could pull this off in the first place Ė into his character, Get Me Out of Here would have been a less irritating read.

As it stands, he merely treads in the footprints of greatness, wearing nothing but last yearís flip flops.

two out of five