Mao II

Rating:
Summary: Very good (but not as good as 'White Noise')
Review: This is only the second novel by Delillo that I have read. As most, I started with "White Noise." "White Noise" is--of course--a brilliant novel. "Mao II" isn't quite as good, but it is still a great book. It reads quickly. Give it a shot.

Rating:
Summary: Great Book by a Great Writer
Review: This is without a doubt one of the best novels of this decade, and one of the best by one of the best American writers. The totality of the thing gets under your skin, inside your eyeballs, makes you see in a different way. A great work of art.

Rating:
Summary: A severe CASE
Review: This's the third and supposedly not the last delillo 4 me to read, it's somewhat molded impression (seem to be conducted intentionally) leaves me depraved of the bulkness I've previously obeserved. Yet, as self-mockery it works donly machine-like, Bill the wanna-be deranged, ousting himself of every autobiographical assence while cracking fearful jokes at strangers. His character occasionally arouse crazed contemption while I was nibbling the acutly convulsive segments devouted to his Grayness. Delillo's prematuring of himself or whosoever author it was stamped frailness in Bill's facade- the 63y/o long mentally darned man. The obscurity He manipulatevly veils on the nature, context, density and craving of his soon-to-be-published book- so as the uncertain air surrounding his made-an-idol-outta-him former innumerated works of god knows what- makes The opened-book person a top secret for his acquintances when it comes down to his "sanguine" lettering. How much of himself does the "selfless" Bill put into the ever overtaking chaps, ladies and trees who graple his dreamy days? what place does Delillo take in the frame. Is Brita's framing of Bill, his consent for being framed, is some sort of a photographed will that he deludes himself with?