Title: Falls Prey to Its Genre
Product review: In my experience, modern literature tends to build slowly to a crescendo a la Aristotle's poetics and then closes with a satisfying catharsis, whereas post-modern works start with a flourish and just fizzle in the last third. Delillo's work exemplifies this phenomenon.The first half is extraordinarily good writing; the characters are gritty and true-to-life and it seems to be headed somewhere specific. However, toward the end the dreaded meandering starts and from then on the end of the story could occur pretty much anywhere. It still earns 4 stars for some profound insights into post-modern American life, and inasmuch as the novel is an embodiment of that life the ennui-inducing end is faithful to its "text," to tip my hat to crazy old Foucault. Fantastic read, but I predict you will scrunch your nose in exasperation in the final chapters.
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