White Noise, Don DeLillo’s 1985 award winning novel, is just as meaningful now as it was 25 years ago. It’s hard to imagine how much he saw even then. Or maybe it’s hard to imagine how slowly things have unfolded in what is a very fast-moving society. Whatever the case, this is a must read. Funny, visceral, frightening, beautiful.
The Gladneys are a wonderful family, blended and bonded. They hold to each other, believe in each other, watch out for one another. All the while, a terrible toxic cloud hangs over their lives, over all our lives, seemingly.
With great skill and fun, DeLillo takes us through Jack Gladney’s epoch fear of his own death, as he hazes through his life as a Hitler scholar trying to come to terms with life’s end. Trying to make sense of his fears. Facing the extreme acts that reside in any man
Well, I’m not writing a paper here. Suffice it to say this is one of my favorite novels of all time. I read it in college, but barely remembered any of it. It just goes to show that good books of universal proportions can serve us through all the stages of our life.
