Reading

Two by DeLillo.

Comparing and contrasting the young author with the older, mature author.

End Zone is something of a football story, but more so a moral tale about the potential nuclear disasters that are constantly at hand in our dangerous and absurd world.

DeLillo's football vernacular is somewhat skewed, his humor somewhat minor at times, but he hits the mark often enough in this 1972 tale to please.

Funny thing is I tried to read this years ago and couldn't.  Maybe I've grown more accepting of authors who skew things in general--or frequently miss the mark.

The other one is 2009's Falling Man, a meditation on post 9/11 American consciousness.

Conclusion:  While I've not yet finished either book, my early opinion is that the later work certainly shows fundamental growth in DeLillo's powers to captivate and engage.

One would think that is how it should work, but it doesn't always, right?

Need to do more reading like this.


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