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Sunday, July 17, 2005

Underworld: an excerpt

I was very recently trying to explain to some buddies of mine that they should check out some of Don Delillo's work. I don't think I did a very good job of explaining how great a writer Delillo is so I'm going to put the last paragraph of his magnus opus Underworld here. In my mind Delillo is the literally equivalent of Muhammad Ali. You can judge for yourself, hope you enjoy.
"And you can glance out the window for a moment, distracted by the sound of small kids playing a made-up game in a neighbor's yard, some kind of kickball maybe, and they speak in your voice, or piggyback races on the weedy lawn, and it's your voice you hear, essentially, under the glimmerglass sky, and you look at the things in the room, offscreen, unwebbed, the tissued grain of the deskwood alive in light, the thick lived tenor of things, the argument of things to be seen and eaten, the apple core going sepia in the lunch tray, and the dense measures of experience in a random glance, the monk's candle reflected in the slope of the phone, hours marked in Roman Numerals, and the glaze of wax, and the curl of the braided wick, and the chipped rim of the mug that holds your yellow pencils, skewered all crazy, and the plied lives of the simplest surface, the slabbed butter melting on the crumbled bun, and the yellow of the yellow of the pencils, and you try to image the word on the screen becoming a thing in the world, taking all its meanings, its sense of serenities and contentments out into the streets somehow, its whisper of reconciliation, a word extending itself ever outward, the tone of agreement or treaty, the tone of repose, the sense of mollifying silence, the tone of hail and farewell, a word that carries the sunlit ardor of an object deep in drenching noon, the argument of binding touch, but it's only a sequence of pulses on a dullish screen and all it can do is make you pensive-a word that spreads a longing through the raw sprawl of the city and out across the dreaming bourns and orchards to the solitary hills. Peace."
editor's note: Don't worry I'm not going to start going all serious on you guys. Soon I'll have a post about how we need to kill Ryan Seacrest.

6 Comments:

Blogger Brent said...

Will that be before or after the NSYNC post at #82?

Sunday, July 17, 2005 9:49:00 PM

 
Blogger Martin McFriend said...

Dude, I read White Noise last summer. Very good book. Incredible metaphysical thought process of a supremely intellectual, sometimes tortured and demented, always witty and socially conscious individual. Highly recommended.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005 3:04:00 AM

 
Blogger Martin McFriend said...

Btw, for you Delillo greenpeas, White Noise has nothing to do with that trash box Michael Keaton vehicle that was expectorated onto movie screens recently...

Tuesday, July 19, 2005 3:04:00 AM

 
Blogger cgpop said...

White Noise is my third favorite Delillo book behind Underworld and Libra. That's funny too b/c I was asked before if White Noise was the Keaton movie, I replied w/ an empathtic no.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005 9:29:00 AM

 
Blogger cgpop said...

emphatic I meant, not some weird-ass hybrid word, I need to learn how to spell.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005 7:21:00 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Where did you find it? Interesting read » » »

Friday, March 02, 2007 1:51:00 AM

 

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