Cosmopolis: A Novel by Don DeLilloFinished 8/22/08
DeLillo is not known for intricate plots. His books are about ideas. This is where he thrives. This is the compensation for an apparent lack of trajectory, or at least a tight;y-paced plot, mostly. But when he abandons all plot and instead engages the character in a series of random conversation, even his thematic issues lack. There needs to be propulsion in his novels, direction. Without, he gives us the lackluster Great Jones Street about a recluse rocker who does nothing but sit in an apartment building. The characters who visit actually seem to offer a moderately interesting plot, but there is no action. The sloth protagonist lies around, bored, and the reader feels the same.
In Cosmopolis, DeLillo offers the same dull albeit silly snapshot: A billionaire rides across town in a limo for a haircut. Yes, a haircut. The trip takes all day due to a presidential visit, a funeral and an assassination attempt… by pie. Yes pie. A pastry assassin makes living, or at least attempts to construct a point, by hitting celebrities in a face with dessert. Odd asides such as this give the book a humorous buzz, but it’s all superficial.
The only ideas that float by worth any acknowledgement is the overabundance of information. Portions of it reminded me of Warren Ellis’ great Transmetropolitan set in the near distant future where human vices have grown as technology advanced. I mention the graphic novel series because it’s the only worthy venture my mind took while reading Cosmopolis. And I love DeLillo.
This is the type of book where DeLillo opens himself up to criticism. Everything he’s faulted for, on full display within. There’s the funeral of rap star Brutha Fez that tightropes between weighty seriousness and farce. Mildly compelling sequence, memorable for how straight-faced he approached the scene despite how ridiculous it all was underneath. Yet one must the point where it culminates with this dozy of a line: “When people die, you weep.” A writer, who’s made a name on modern cultural insights, gives us that profound little nugget. What in the absolute fuck. Avoid.
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