I've been trying to write some sort of reflection or at least a summary of this novel for the past half hour but I just can't. The experience of reading this is impossible for me to describe. So much is said and so much unsaid. There are elements of critiques of the Iraq War, American propaganda, elitist apathy and vain self-loathing; there are reflections on the power and meaning of art; there are characters I loathe (all of them) but whose perspectives I find fascinating. I don't know what to say! This shit is only 117 pages and the font is huge! How is it this good??? Is this what Don DeLillo novels are usually like???

"Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be human forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field."