Nihilorama

[create_destiny]

Reading White Noise by Don DeLillo is the literary equivalent of 18 paranoid hours of non-stop channel surfing while chain-smoking and nursing a migraine in a smoggy, over-crowded city. On meth.

Because it's a good example of the postmodern simulacra, absurdist philosophy that plagued the latter half of the 20th century and still plagues us today. I felt bleak and empty for several days after reading this book, and I'm still recovering.

It had a lot of potential. It could have been a great commentary on life in a media-saturated society that worships safety and bright colors in the temples of grocery stores, a society that will suffocate in the toxic by-products of its own vain materialistic pleasures, conveniences and distractions.

But a great commentary would have been too meaningful and after all, this is the age of negation and disorder where everything is turned inside out, where to live fully without fear is to kill freely without hesitation. This is the age of futility wherein the best artists have to be indifferent or even hostile to supreme coherence and only depictions of anti-heroism will be praised and given National Book Awards.

This is a literary lunch of styrofoam, the very by-products of which seep into our drinking water and inform our cells to mutate and form cancerous tumors. This carcinogenic "art" permeates the spirit of this age. We consume it and breath it into our souls and the light that is within us grows darker, life becomes more absurd and meaningless.

DeLillo is a talented writer, but he wasted his talent in this work and missed an important opportunity to demand change. Don't get me wrong, I'm not upset with his depiction of a dystopic American setting. The Toxic Airborne Event was brilliant, timely and necessary, but he never asks his readers to take a good hard look at the causes and consequences of our toxin-producing lifestyle. And it was right there! I also take issue with his demonic proposal that there is liberation to be found in murder, that there is no immortality, that important "psychic data" can be gleamed from commercials and television programs.

Yeah, I know, it's only fiction, yeah I know, he meant something else entirely, turn it inside out and upside down and this is what he really meant, have a Coke and a Dylar and put a bullet in my head, it's opposite era!

x-posted to hipsterbookclub

Comments

[whosplittheatom.livejournal.com]

Huh, I've never heard of this book. I'll try and find it sometime. First your description reminded me slightly of Chuck Pahlanuik (or however you spell that guy's last name), then it made me think of what Max Picard was describing in "The Flight From God", and also of how people seem to describe Bukowski (who I've also never read).

Literary nihilism has to have *some* redeeming value, though, even if only to raise your ire in writing a scathing review of it. Something without value or purpose of some sort, would not and could not exist.

Did the book have a self-satisfied or complacent feel to it? Or could you feel a grasping for something? I guess I sometimes take the widespread fetish with noncoherence as a deep grasping for some kind of coherence. Troubled, disturbing nihilism and surrealism is (imo) more spiritually healthy and on the right track than smug artsy masturbatory bullshit, not that I haven't experienced both phases myself. And you have to admit, art that "spells it out" for you is annoying - like bands that go into 10-minute preachy speeches between songs, or like me when I get on my own dumb soapbox. Less talk more rock! (or so I keep trying to tell myself!)

[feckalyn.livejournal.com]

I need more 30+ literary critic energy in my life so I friended you.

Hopefully you'll feel impelled to do the same.

thanks for the review

[robin-andersen.livejournal.com]

I can't say I heard of it, but it doesn't sound like my cup of tea. SO at least if it gets mentioned, I can say "oh I heard of that"
Who am I kidding? Unless it's on "American Idol" or "People" Magazine, the people I spend most of my time with (my co-workers) will not have heard of it...*sheesh* what was I thinking? *slap*

[faerieariel.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed 'Underworld', but it was so complicated I can remember almost none of it. You've made me curious about this one.

[andeepants.livejournal.com]

I loved this book. It is Don delillo's best in my opinion. Underworld is too drawn out, Mao II doesn't quite cut it, and Cosmopolis, while better than the critics say, is still no white noise.