I'd be really intrigued to see this analyzed in depth alongside White Noise. Both came out around the same time and engage with parallel stories of environmental and suburban/social degradation. The major difference being one of age and artistic positioning: Delillo as younger hig  postmodernist, Cheever as an elder end-of-era modernist. The outlooks differ in the ultimate optimism and the acceptance of the possibility of human camaraderie, despite the perils of the late 20th century and the foibles of mankind (Cheever), whereas Dellilo's America is far too absorbed in signs and projections and irreality to ever suggest a redeemable America. 

This book felt a bit too disjointed - Cheever really is a short story writer at heart - but it was very funny and the prose was often gorgeous.