This might be the worst book I have ever read. I randomly picked it up at the library a few years ago and couldn't believe how incredibly TERRIBLE this is. Apparently, Delillo has written novels that don't suck, but I will never know because I will NEVER EVER EVER read one of his books again. This book is the equivalent of staring at a blank white painted wall for days. You'll get the same effect and the outcome will be the same. In fact, the outcome probably won't be the same, because after days of staring at a blank wall you'll probably dip into some sort of meditative trance state at some point after the hunger pains leave and you stop worrying about soiling yourself and then you'll probably get some heavy duty thinkig done. This book is the opposite of that. There is no thinking. In fact, it is so bad, the dialogue so meaningless, the descriptions so maddeningly vague, that it makes me think of that part in Billy Madison where Billy gives his review of a Tale of Two Cities or whatever it is and the judge is like, "We are all dumber for listening" or whatever it is; we are all dumber for reading this book.