Title: I prefer life to death.
Product review: I read this book because a friend whose taste I respected recommended it. And by recommended it, I mean he said "I didn't like it, but maybe you will." Well, no. Droned on and on and on about death. The characters had no dimension- they were just mouthpieces so Delillo could set up conversations about death. I'm sorry, but I'm not that consumed by the thought of death. I will die one day, so will you, but for now I will enjoy life and not waste it obsessing over death. If you happen to have an unhealthy preoccupation with death, you will most likely enjoy this book, but I found it so terrible I almost wished for death. Writers like Hunter Thompson or Vonnegut or Tom Robbins or Keroauc will give you a much better insight into American culture, and are all FAR better writers.
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