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Don DeLillo.


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I discovered him like I am sure most of you did a blurb on the dust jacket of Choke:

"Maybe our generation has found its Don DeLillo."
---------------------------Bret Easton Ellis ( i must mention in my literary journey I have not and do not find it necessary to have read anything by Mr. Ellis; call me closeminded its okay)

Well, if he is anything like Chuck I thought that maybe I should check him out.

It seems to me a lot of people start out with white noise, and despite the fact that I do have a scorching case of terminal uniqueness I am one of that herd.

I read White Noise and found it was just okay. In my mind I could see how it kinda sounded like Chucky P with the powerful one liners. I thought it was a good book and honestly I was a little disappointed.

To me they have very different styles. Don D seemed more structured, dare should I say wordy, and I realize now the main difference is the style. and I am sure, influences.

White Noise to me just seemed okay. I know there was more to the novel than I read and I guess I just expected something different. Thanks Bret I think you were wrong.

Months went by and I read the body artist. It was short and poetic. It was intricately woven complex sentences. I sensed a feeling of loss like I felt reading White Noise. My opinion of a writer described as some other generations palahniuk was renewed.

I decided I would read more sometime after i got through with the tower of books I had growing around me. I picked up the heavy Underworld and an i read I could feel the rhythm of being in stadium with his words. He was calling the play by play with each paragraph. I thought it was the coolest thing I had read in some time.

In reading the book I had the same sense of loss or dread or death that I had read in everything else I had read by him. Its a fucking monster of a novel. I had to struggle through the middle it seemed for about a couple hundred pages, but when it picked up it gave a powerfullly triumpant poetic end.

I'll save Mao II for some other time.