Don DeLillo
Don DeLillo
Donald Richard "Don" DeLillois an American novelist, playwright and essayist. His works have covered subjects as diverse as television, nuclear war, sports, the complexities of language, performance art, the Cold War, mathematics, the advent of the digital age, politics, economics, and global terrorism. Initially a well-regarded cult writer, the publication in 1985 of White Noise brought him widespread recognition. It was followed in 1988 by Libra, a bestseller. DeLillo has twice been a Pulitzer Prize for Fiction finalist), won the...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth20 November 1936
CityBronx, NY
I've always felt that my subject was living in dangerous times.
Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.
That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease.
Fame and secrecy are the high and low ends of the same fascination.
You live in a tower that soars to heaven and goes unpunished by God.
Her death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that fifth-century sky ablaze with mystery and spiral light. Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feebleminded, doddering, toothless, liver-spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating. Who decides these things? What is out there? Who are you?
Out of some persistent sense of large-scale ruin, we kept inventing hope.
The world is full of abandoned meanings. In the commonplace I find unexpected themes and intensities.
To portray America over the past twenty years or so, I would think immediately of football, probably the Super Bowl in its sumptuous suggestion of a national death wish.
It is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.
The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear.
We don't really know how technology will affect narrative. That's the question. See, people used to say that the novel is going to die, but they would never say that movies will die with it, when in fact all forms depend on the narrative. I think if one of them fails, the others are going to fail as well. Maybe this will happen to both forms, and maybe movies will take a totally different direction with fiction.
Do people still shoot at presidents? I thought there were more stimulating targets.' (20)
Money has lost its narrative quality the way painting did once upon a time. Money is talking to itself.