#don delillo
Seix Barral publica El Silencio, la nueva novela de Don Delillo, una historia que condensa en 112 páginas las consecuencias de la comunicación, la información y la tecnología en la actualidad. “¿Qué pasaría si, de repente, falla el sistema? ¿Y si fuera solo una pantalla blanca?”, se pregunta el también autor de Submundo.
En la entrevista de Xavi Ayén para La Vanguardia, Don Delillo manifiesta:
“Intento que cada libro sea distinto. Esta novela no se parece a las que he escrito antes, seguramente tampoco a ninguna otra de las que se encuentran en la librería. El cuerpo del artista es el mismo, pero en términos de lenguaje es una obra distinta. No sé, cuando trabajo en una novela, trato sobre todo de pasar un buen rato, disfrutar. Es la actividad más placentera que conozco, con intensas iluminaciones.”
Don DeLillo, The Body Artist (2001)
She found it interesting to think that he lived in overlapping realities.
Many things are interesting, fool, but nowhere near true.
She reminded herself she needed batteries for the tape recroder.
She liked to think. What did she like to think? She was having a dumb day and wanted to blame the fog.
Maybe he falls, he slides, if that is a useful word, from his experience of an objective world, the deepest description of space-time, where he does not feel a sense of future direction—he slides into her experience, everyone’s, the standard sun-kissed chronology of events.
Am I the first human to abduct an alien?
The fog was somber and bronzed low-rolling toward the coast but then lost form on landfall, taking everything with it in amoebic murk.
If there is no sequential order expect for what we engender to make us safe in the world, then maybe it is possible, what, to cross from one nameless state to another, except that it clearly isn’t.
She reminded herself she needed batteries. She told herself remember.
It was the kind of day in which you forgot words and drop things and wonder what it is you came into the room to get because you are standing here for a reason and you have to tell yourself it is just a question of sooner or later before you remember because you always remember once you are here.
The thing is communicated somehow.
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“Sometimes I see something so moving I know I’m not supposed to linger. See it and leave. If you stay too long, you wear out the wordless shock. Love it and trust it and leave.” -Don DeLillo
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“You can see with more than your eyes”, brush and ink on paper, 40x60”, 2021.
Dedicated to those who keep love alive in our city, and care for the people who live here.
“What mystery all around, every street deep in some radiant amaze” -Don Delillo, Underworld
The story follows Birdwell and her teammates on the New York Rangers, as they travel around North American cities playing games and engaging in sexual adventures.
The prose is distinctly and obviously DeLillo’s, but as further proof of his authorship, readers cite the appearance of the character Murray Jay Siskind, a sportswriter in the novel, who later appears as the eccentric former sportswriter-turned-“visiting lecturer on American icons” in DeLillo’s novel White Noise.
Don DeLillo’s disowned seventh novel, written under the name Cleo Birdwell. (WIKIPEDIA, SOURCE)
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“Filling time. Being boring. Living life.”
— Don DeLillo, The Silence
