Don DeLillo is the epitome of Bleeding Edge gone man writer, or if one chipper fella morphed into an amoebic bookman, & if Thomas Pynchon wrote this, it'd be Don DeLillo, hoo brings to mind a fusion between Graham Greene and Thomas Harris. To say I mean I read Libra, and a couple others of his, The Angel Esmeralda & the prologue to Underworld. I actually needed to decompress so I came out to this necropolis to write my review for Cosmopolis. There's entirely too much ground being covered. 🪦 The premise is a little bit, 'actually, like my killer thriller novel I wrote earlier and haven't -quite finished so far, 'Sweeper', & I daresay that I took a cachet from Naked Lunch from it- the narrator then becomes a target to a 💢 serial killer and then he starts writing about them. Meanwhile everything he's writing down is really going down in this twisted metaphysical fictiony that assuredly is not possible & could not happen to ME... Rite?! 🤣 
That said, I have an avid enthusiasm for this author. Don compels me with biting skepticism & grammar.

"My obsessions are mind things, not geared to action."

So Eric after exchanging bodily fluids and counting his money decided he'd need a haircut to complete the look. Money doesn't necessarily fulfill you, and just cause someone's rich doesn't mean you hate them. DeLillo of course, the above-average cynic, masterfully concocts a rich illustrious gimmick, so the haircut ✂️ and then the diabolical come out to play, by the name of Benny Levin, and for my sake Benny is a transgender Gremlin that Roald Dahl conjured up specifically for DeLillo to conceive 🫃🏼 in the year 2000. 2️⃣0️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ Are ya with me, son?! & The killer picked a rapper to strike down first, but the subtlety here is a Delilluputian. 

"Does he have to be a Buddhist to be taken seriously? He did a serious thing. He took his life. Isn't this what you have to do to show them you're serious?"

Now listen very carefully. This novel ending, after all nothing is really "novel" or stays new and nothing's been novel since Covid-19. Tho, it's funny how Don we spin cinematic applausability to dream the impossible. Kicking down doors only happens in movies. 🚪

Interesting read, a handful of striking images, but feels less substantial than something like White Noise. I am reading this after having just seen the Cronenberg film beforehand. Recalling some of the film's line deliveries (the film mostly repeats the book dialogue verbatim, which is something I like about Cronenberg adaptations) added a bit of texture for me, in places where the hyper-stylised dialogue might've felt a bit monotone otherwise.