Saturday, February 12, 2011

Point Omega by Don DeLillo

I read Don DeLillo's Point Omega this afternoon and hours later I still have no idea what I just read.

Was it a novel?  Or a short story?

Was it a postmodern examination of violence?

Was it a paradoxical haiku about slowing time to singular moments while we plunge forward toward greater consciousness - or oblivion?

"The true life is not reducible to words, spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.  The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments."

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