The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.Received my copy of DeLillo's Point Omega in the mail a couple of hours ago. Just now started reading it and so far, it is an engaging read. Only 119 pages, so it shouldn't take too much longer for me to finish it. Don't know if/when I'll write a review (after all, I have this wrist bandage I'm supposed to be wearing and it doesn't make typing a fun thing to do), but I thought people here might appreciate this little quote.
I almost believed him when he said such things. He said we do this all the time, all of us, we become ourselves beneath the running thoughts and dim images, wondering idly when we'll die. This is how we live and think whether we know it or not. These are the unsorted thoughts we have looking out the train window, small dull smears of meditative panic. (p. 17)
Care to share your reactions to it? Poor/well-written? Sentiments jibe with your own? Ever read any of DeLillo's works before? Thinking about reading this book?