Point Omega

A Novel

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From one of our greatest living writers, Don DeLillo, a brief, unnerving, and
hard-hitting new novel about a secret war advisor and a young filmmaker.
Ha scritto il 14/03/14
DeLillo has really a great ability in writing interesting and passionate novels.
Point Omega doesn't say much and is not so related to my interests, but it was really a good book which captured me and made me wander through its thoughts.
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Ha scritto il 01/09/13
la steppa, forse le mesas
Breve e desolato come la steppa in cui è calato. Deserto, laconismo, rapporti aridi. Non mi ha lasciato molto (e forse non era il fine dell'autore); anzi non ricordavo nemmeno di averlo già finito, ma con piacere durante le prime pagine mi sono ..." Continua...
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Ha scritto il 03/11/12
Beautiful words alone don't make a novel. In this mercifully compact yet by its own meanderings endless-feeling book, nothing much ever happens in a secluded desert house where three not very communicative people find themselves. When they do talk ..." Continua...
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Ha scritto il 21/11/11
Good examples for people that want to learn how to write effective descriptions.
Check out what I wrote in my blog in Spanish: http://lunairereadings.blogspot.com/2011/11/point-omega-de-don-delillo.html Intelligent people say that this book is really good, that it is written with the same structure as a haiku, and that it has to ..." Continua...
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Ha scritto il 05/11/11
Renditions.
All of DeLillo’s novels (all the ones I’ve read at least, 8 out of 15 plus three plays) have a closed, geometrical structure, overtly self-conscious. Not incidentally they never have an index. The one exception was White Noise, and with good ..." Continua...
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Ha scritto il Jan 07, 2017, 13:42
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we are alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.
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Ha scritto il Mar 31, 2010, 12:38
We drove in silence behind a motorboat being towed by a black pickup. I tought of his remarks about matter and being, those long nights on the deck, half smashed, he and I, transcendence, paroxysm, the end of human consciouness. It seemed so much ... Continua...
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Ha scritto il Mar 31, 2010, 12:34
"Time falling away. That's what I feel here", he said. "Time becoming slowly older. Enormously old. Not day by day. This is deep time, epochal time. Our lives receding into the long past. That's what's out there. The Pleistocene desert, the rule of ... Continua...
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Ha scritto il Mar 31, 2010, 12:30
"We're a crowd, a swarm. We think in groups, travel in armies. Armies carry the gene for self-destruction. One bomb is never enough. The blur of technology, this is where the oracles plot their wars. Because now comes the introversion. Father ... Continua...
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Ha scritto il Mar 31, 2010, 12:25
"Look at this", he said, not looking at it, the landscape and sky, which he'd indicated with a backwards sweep of the arm. We didn't look at it either. "Day turns into night eventually but it's a matter of light and darkness, it's not time passing, ... Continua...
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