This is one of the thin, rather ephemeral DeLillo novels, rather than one of the big, meaty ones. It muses about life, death, meaning, violence, etc., and the prose is often captivating, but in the end I'm really not sure if this book in particular and many others like it in general really have all that much to say. I realize I'm supposed to consider the bigger issues and the questions it raises, but who doesn't in the normal course of events, and needs a novel to remind them to question the meaning and purpose of life? In the end, it will go down, at least for me, as a book with some memorable and moving passages, but not a particularly memorable or moving book.