Don DeLillo declared all plots move deathward and here DeLillo explores that DeLilloish deathward dance in the most DeLillolly developed of the DeLillos I've DeLilloed to Don - er, to date.

4 stars of 5. Suckerpunch after suckerpunch, this one. It swims in the anxious moods of late-stage capitalism and zings with pithy one-liners but once its tightly wound springs have been sprung, can it ever have the same effect again?