As usual, DeLillo’s concern for the shadow of self-consciousness falls over this work, altering the gravity of his story’s simple plot. It’s as though the book is working against an inclination to condense-a reasonable concern for a story that, despite its size, centers itself around big questions, such as the unknowable power of space and time to erase, restructure, recreate. Between each of the six sections lies a blank page-more space, another pause. Constructed of deliciously clear prose, the deceptively short fifteenth novel from the award-winning author of “White Noise” clocks in at a mere 117 pages, each of which gives the impression of a schoolboy’s essay that fell too far below page count the line spacing feels tampered with, the sheets seem to contain a curiously low ratio of text to paper. One could easily consume Don DeLillo’s “Point Omega” in a single sitting.
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