Tag Archives: DeLillo

So I pick the book back up off the top of the "Read" pile (Read as in red, not as reed, which pile is still ten times as large) and head to the garage, first flicking the lightswitch on and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Damn.  I just lost the final wrap-up post on The Body Artist and I’m in no mood to do it all over again from scratch.   I pressed "enter" instead of "save". But since I want to get this monkey off … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Before I get to a final conclusion on Don DiLillo’s The Body Artist, I must make it clear that while I was not thrilled with this book, it is one I am holding onto for another read someday.  Whether it … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well, maybe because I worked a standing fifteen-hour shift yesterday, but when I came in and finished this book I was reading it hard and heavy with the idea of getting it done.  So maybe that’s why I’m less than … Continue reading → Continue reading →

As I had mentioned, the little man has little character, and the harder I want to believe in an ethereal, not-of-this world meaning to him, the harder it becomes to believe.  Same thing with Lauren, who I totally related to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Even though I often change my mind as I read through a book, I sort of like posting my impressions as I go along rather than the usual review given after completing the reading.  As in my month-long reading of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

First of all, it has become obvious that all of the clutter of routine detailed in the first chapter does indeed come back, perhaps as a symbol of continuity.  The birds at the feeder, Lauren’s tendency to place herself within … Continue reading → Continue reading →

In the first chapter which followed Lauren and Rey around their kitchen and morning breakfast routine, DeLillo took pains to be specifically mundane in their routine, yet so detailed as to be almost aggravatingly boring.  Unfortunately, if one gave in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

DeLillo pushes the point on this, but we’re not left to our own devices except to decide the reliability of the narrator and the protagonist.  After her husband (Rey)’s death, Lauren finds a strange little man in one of the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I intend to more fully explain this new character, a strange little man who may not be a ghost who Lauren has found in an upstairs bedroom.  But I do want to read a bit further first. But this seemed … Continue reading → Continue reading →

This is going to be a rather long excerpt, but it’s about one of my favorite ponderings, that of space of time and place, and I found it rather interesting because it reminds me of the "stop and look around" … Continue reading → Continue reading →

And so, with a more open-minded approach to the reading, (and I must say, relief that the rest of the book does not follow in the trail of style that upset me so in the first chapter), I find some … Continue reading → Continue reading →

While the technique Don DeLillo uses in this first chapter may be well thought out to bring us into the moment, I find it not only annoying in its repetitiveness, but in its intimacy of the narrator (which is an … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The opening paragraph of this book is awesome: "Time seems to pass. The world happens, unrolling into moments, and you stop to glance at a spider pressed to its web.  There is a quickness of light and a sense of … Continue reading → Continue reading →