Ever since Bret Easton Ellis decamped to Los Angeles, New York City’s lone prominent literary brat-packer, Jay McInerney, has ruled with an iron fist from atop his Hearst-cohabited Village penthouse over…young Bard graduates who aspire to be Dan Humphrey. But the author, Best New American Film Critic, and budding entertainment revolutionary still has a well-preserved plot of East Village apartment space, filled with the rarefied air that only the man who yielded American Psycho could have occupied. And now, you—yes, you—can live in it, if you so choose. Read More