Title: The prose of impending death
Product review: DeLillo manages to capture the subtlties of modern suburbia with amazingly accurate prose and an experienced eye. Jack Gladney's world is intellectually formless on which he attempts to impose some kind of meaning, no matter the resistance he encounters (the paralyzing wit of his own children, his wife's fear of death that seems to exceed his own, his obsession with the master of death himself, Hitler, and his inability to replicate the harsh gutturalness of the German language). DeLillo's book is a work of brilliance. It left me breathless and hyper-aware of my own surroundings. It left me afraid, amused, astonished, and branded with his own signature mark.
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