Wednesday, 5 September 2007


I dedicate this moment to Don DeLillo, American novelist. His Underworld delivers a long (as in 800+ pages) series of moments--words and sentences, half-pages, chapters--that create the second half of the last century (one version of it, anyway) with convincing tentativeness (about as sure as I'm sitting here, day after Labour Day). Think of the big issues, think of zany sentences, images you'd like to high-five DeLillo for. It's pomo in the best possible way, I'd say. For you baseball fans, the opening section is by itself worth the price of a novel. Polo Grounds, 1951--Sinatra, Jackie Gleason, J.Edgar Hoover in attendance.

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