DeLillo is almost too good; it actually makes me mad in the way that jealousy induces madness. Cosmopolis moves quickly through seemingly ordinary daily routines that are made to appear otherwise through the protagonist Eric's obsessed demeanor. For better or worse, he acts and feels the way he thinks. This affects every facet of his uptight semblance of a tidy upscale lifestyle. He lives for numbers and patterns, the rises and the falls, the lasting effects of a life understood on the big scale.