Brendan Childs has everything, and a void where his sould should be.
Twenty-three-year-old Brendan Childs has everything: a vintage Ferrari Dino, a custom Tom Ford wardrobe, and a void where his soul should be.
Growing up in the sun-drenched vacuum of Bel Air, he navigates a world of chemical highs and diminishing returns. To feel anything at all, Brendan begins a descent into a nocturnal Los Angeles where the line between costume and reality—between performance and instinct—dissolves.
From an impulsive Halloween massacre in West Hollywood to a blood-soaked New Year's Eve at the family estate, Brendan discovers the only thing that actually gives him a pulse.
Enter he who calls himself Patrick Bateman. He's not just a dealer. He's a glimpse into a future Brendan was born to inherit.
Wasteland is a razor-sharp satire of 2020s Los Angeles—where privilege is the original sin, everyone is performing, and the most dangerous man in the room is the one who stopped pretending to care.
"Deadlier than Fentanyl, more addictive than OnlyFans—Becca Arbor’s debut novel Wasteland leaves you numbing your gums with the promised sequel off its mirrored final page."
- Adam Novak, author of City of Wheels and Freaks of the Industry
