Here we are, the end of the summer, six Vonnegut novels down, a trip to New Hampshire looming ahead (hours away), and a mental breakdown on the horizon. Throw into the mix a trip with Don DeLillo's White Noise, and you have the surreal experience of a lifetime. DeLillo really works the whole post-modern, radar clogging background noise into his novel (which I haven't finished) by throwing lists of all sorts at the reader: commercial products, popular (1985) clothing, malls, the often foolishly myopic view academia takes of all subjects (come on, Hitler studies?), cleaning products. He virtually hammers the reader with them. This book won the National Book Award, so I was intrigued. I find it funny, cutting, and acerbic at times. Probably not the best book to read at this point in time, all things considered, but any port in a storm.
I sent out two more stories this week...hope springs eternal.
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