This novel is the third I've read by DeLillo, after that hefty tome Underworld and Great Jones Street. In fact, it's his debut novel and so I wanted to give American postmodernism another chance, relying on the merit of debut works. Then I was irresistibly seduced by the cover, as often happens, so I bought it and read it, I believe at least 3 or 4 times.
The first half of the novel is absolutely boring, it tells the professional and personal story of a young and ambitious executive in a company whose sole aim is climbing to power, like cav. conte Cattellani style. However, if you manage to endure the reading, after about a hundred pages you can signal and move into the passing lane to enjoy the second part of the book, which is absolutely stunning.
Our David Bell (the executive) puts together a clique of his maladjusted friends with the declared aim of embarking on a journey into the American province. Thus begins the tale of an epic journey, camera on shoulder, to film every detail that might tell him a story different from the one he knows, far from his job and the big city. Page after page, the meaning of the journey changes, adapting to the new David, until it becomes, the journey itself, the main purpose and final destination.
A read for dreamers and kindreds.
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