Delillo's first novel in which he goes whole-hog postmodernism, but it ends up feeling (respectfully) like Pynchon taking a crack at a young adult novel. There's plenty here to sink your teeth into, and I suspect some hardcore experimental literature heads dig this more than some of Delillo's more well-known novels, but for me it feels like it spirals out of control a bit, making the last forty percent of the book a bit of a slog.