We need to read Don Delillo slowly. Not because his prose is dense or complex or difficult. Quite the opposite, his prose is usually quite simple, reliant more on familiar words than strange or unexpected ones. Sometimes the rhythms of his writing are unexpected in written prose, hesitating, repeating, dodging back and forth through the [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Don DeLillo’
Human Noise
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Don DeLillo on December 2, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Daniel Green’s The Reading Experience
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Daniel Davis Wood, David Foster Wallace, Don DeLillo, Gospel of Anarchy, Infinite Patience, Justin Taylor, The Reading Experience, Thomas Pynchon, William Gaddis on September 27, 2011 | 1 Comment »
The blog, The Reading Experience, is a wonderful place. Daniel Green’s articles are very informed, looking at literary works and literary questions from many perspectives. This is from the “about” page: I was an academic scholar and critic before I began writing for this blog. I still write the occasional “academic” essay, and my approach [...]
We Know Best What’s Nearest (Living Art Backwards)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Céline, David Foster Wallace, Don DeLillo, Jackie Wang, James Joyce, Jonathan Franzen, Kurt Vonnegut, Lydia Davis, Symbolist poetry, Thomas Pynchon, Tim Jones-Yelvington, Ulysses on December 13, 2010 | 28 Comments »
A quick follow-up to Tim’s post here, which was itself in response to Jackie Wang’s post here. Wang had asked: Do you feel a duty to read and acknowledge your literary, theoretical, and musical foremothers? I’d argue that most people have no idea who their artistic forebears are. For example: students tell me all the [...]
A New Story by Don DeLillo
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Don DeLillo, Midnight in Dostoevsky on November 24, 2009 | 3 Comments »
On occasion, The New Yorker gets it right. This time, it’s “Midnight in Dostoevsky,” a story by Don DeLillo. Lots of choice sentences here like this subtle observation of when reading becomes total absorption, how a book can metabolize you, remake you in its own image: I placed the book on a table and opened [...]