In MAO II, Don DeLillo presents an extraordinary new novel about words and images, novelists and terrorists, the mass mind and the arch-individualist. At the heart of the book is Bill Gray, a famous reclusive writer who escapes the failed novel he has been working on for many years and enters the world of political violence when he gets the chance to aid a hostage trapped in a basement in war-torn Beirut, a nightscape of Semtex explosives. Gray's dangerous departure leaves two people stranded: his brilliant, fixated assistant, Scott, and the strange young woman who is Scott's lover - and Bill's. MAO II is a series of set-pieces built around the theme of searching for meaning in a post-modern world.
"DeLillo's brilliant 10th novel...writing so piercingly exact, characters so palpable, dialogue so shimmering, that the ideas burn off like summer smoke and become skywriting." (Philadelphia Inquirer)...Continua
I read it fast and didn't think much of it, much of the plot, the narrative, the characters. I finished it on my way to visit a friend in Madrid. Then, the day after, walking along the Castellana, I just sort of happened to think casually about it, and, the previous night's fine wine and its rough hangover being the open switch to the sesame of my mind, it blew me away. Somebody out there read it & help me making sense of it.
It spooks me some to think that stuff through on my own.
Here's a quote from the book; it's absolutely unrapresentative but I'll paste it anyway because i reckon it'll make you want to read it:
" All sex it's longing. Even as it happens. Because it happens against the crash of time".