Perhaps, I should have taken the time to read this novel in one sitting. Certainly there isn't much to say about the length of the book; it's between a short novella and an overly long short story - easily read in a couple of hours time.

If I read it an one sitting perhaps I would have pulled more from the pages. It was thin. And I'm not just talking about the length. About the only thought I took away from this novel was wishing I could see "24 Hour Psycho" at MOMA. Apart from this piece of art, I can tell little about the novel. Wait, don't visit the desert in the midday heat. It is uncomfortably warm.

There was Elster, an advisor of sorts to Desert Storm Part Deux. The main character, whose name I can't remember even though I finished it less than 24 hrs ago, a filmmaker desperate to Elster on film. And, lastly, there's Jessie, Elster's daughter, whose soul seems to have left the premises. The interaction between the characters seemed inhuman. Frankly, I didn't like them - they tasted like cardboard.

Dellilo, however, can construct a few nifty sentences and perhaps that is what continues to pull me to him. I'll like read more. Still, Underworld remains his greatest achievement. That ain't a bad one to have.