So, one quarter into the book, I gave my husband the bare bones: gazillionaire, interested in cryopreservation, younger (second) wife dying, they're going to freeze her, story's from the perspective of the adult son who has come along to witness, and he's at this creepy compound where the freezing will be done. When I was halfway through the book, husband asks me, is the father caught up in a cult? And I said, well, there are more things to tell you, but are you going to read it? And he sighed, and he said, "It's Don DeLillo. Reading DeLillo is like doing f*cking pushups. But yes, I'll read it." EXACTLY. YOU WILL EAT YOUR GRUEL, AND YOU WILL LIKE IT.

But, no spoilers. For him, or in this review.

It was good to read this right after [b:Party of One: The Loners' Manifesto|56478|Party of One The Loners' Manifesto|Anneli Rufus|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1408145733l/56478._SX50_.jpg|55038]. Both have me thinking about the human condition and our utter aloneness, at the end of the day. Back to the earth we go, utterly alone.

Somebody smarter than I am can explain what the book was really about.