few days ago, finally finished Don DeLillo's Underworld (Underworld).
Essential (and I've read it translated, because I bought it before deciding that it would not read French translations and English, but yes, clean the 2003 edition of Reader's Circle, and thanks to which I gave it, soon you read this).
I know many people [informed the rest and consider them people] will disagree, that if no big deal, if it was a bit disappointing that so and so.
Yes, there is a 5 / 5 stars is more like a 4.5 / 5.
But it is a book to read fluently, not because they pay to it (quite the contrary) and the novels that now populate the tables "as read", "as sold", against which regularly rant like that of Espíderman Jameson, but because we must devote attention or quantum pathologically accurate and continuous: It is a book to take on holiday so as to be sure in advance that no one is going to cross in the middle. I do not give me time to finish it, and return from vacation meant being unable to continue reading over 150 pages a day, or half an hour away, nor the power to always carry a mazacote almost 1000 pages (not in format pocket), browsing other things, to begin to spend much time re-learning math ...
The "superomnisciencia" that reveals the characters the reader has its counterpart in building wealth narrative. Every detail is there for something, and once one gets lost and is carried away, if you suddenly refocused attention on the way to the last level (word, rhyme, point, bleeding, coma, etc.). , one can not help but marvel at the ability, all Serendip, but engineering, DeLillo (for example, which is unwound from the title Long Tall Sally of the same name, absolutely brilliant.)
The novel begins in 1992 and goes back to 1951, through the life of a family and people around them. A site in 1951 prologue and epilogue of 1992 + frame the journey back toward the foundation, the entombed, trash ...
The common thread is multiple, but there are two obvious level, the baseball homerun of the principle that changes in ownership until the main character, Nick Shay, and the ubiquitous waste, both literal (barrels, plutonium, waste dumps, etc.), and metaphorical (the memories with the declining age of the characters). And the tour de force, as publishers and agents say that is like telling the world (underworld) back.
begins with the protagonist, and more, seeing the sunrise from the air B-52 bombers of the cold war, lying in the desert and in the process of being painted in pastel tones that fade on the environment ...
And ends with the protagonist as a teenager, living a life quite dull in the Bronx New York, just before a pivotal fact, quite far-fetched in my opinion. Finally, the epilogue shows the main character across the Iron Curtain about to invest in a company that destroys former Soviet nuclear-waste business of prota, waste-... nuclear explosion to blow. Something like the dirty side, terrestrial, or "Morlock", the first with the B-52 cake to the New Age: the side "Eloi" ...
parade along the way real people (Hoover, Sinatra ,...) with imaginary side, mentioning or near real stories from the point of view of characters, the great NYC blackout, the game of home run by Bobby Thompson (according to many, the best of the novel, I'm not at all agree, I think all the chapters of the Ninety-Eighty are much higher), the heroine, the paranoia Third World War ...
I said, delicious.
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