Unbooked

So I got into audio-books in January or so, starting with The Hare With Amber Eyes. Because listening at home meant that I’d get distracted and miss things, I started taking long, directionless walks in order to get through the text (sic?) The Hare With Amber eyes is good for this, being compelling but ethereal, I recommend it.

More recently, I decided to consume White Noise in the same way. During that period of my life when everyone was reading DeLillo, I had some sort of aversion to him that was totally sui-generis. Unfortunately, despite having no external basis, this prejudice was completely correct. White Noise is bad.

The book is from ’85, which I guess sort of makes the flabbiness of the critique of consumer culture easier to understand, but it also means that he was an early adopter of the reactionary line in the departmental culture-war phenomenon. Kind of weak (just like his writing.)