Don DeLillo's Underworld

I've been reading Underworld for an embarrassingly long time and have finally made it to Part 6 - the final section of Don DeLillo's very long novel. After reading the first paragraph of page 661, I don't know why I keep putting this book down. DeLillo's writing is empirically good. Pure genius.

Bronzini thought that walking was an art. He was out nearly every day after school, letting the route produce a medley of sounds and forms and movements, letting the voices fall and the aromas deploy in ways that varied, but not too much, from day to day. He stopped to talk to card-players in a social club and watched a woman buy a flounder in the market. He peeled a tangerine and wondered how a flatfish lying glassy on flaked ice, a thing scraped with a net from the dim sea, could seem so eloquent a fellow creature. Its deadness was a force in those bulging eyes. Such intense emptiness. He thought of the old device of double take, how it comically embodies the lapsed moment where a life used to be.

And that's just a single paragraph from one of 827 pages, and all the paragraphs are that good. Must go read more...



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