A massive collection of articles that ruthlessly destroys the distortions and outright lies that are fed to us all. Order now and get a FREE e-book copy. The deviant intellectual in you needs it. In their highly distinctive ways, J.G. Ballard and Don DeLillo have been the apocalyptic scribes of the 20th Century. For all the 2001 hoopla surrounding Arthur C Clarke in the year 2001, it is the Englishman Ballard and the American DeLillo who have, like latter day Nostradmi , played grim futurists for the new century.
Catastrophe looms in every chapter for both authors.
Perhaps sadly, he didn't even try. DeLillo is the ultimate American archeologist , sifting through cultural trends, from football to rock 'n' roll, politics to physics, searching for the hidden histories of Americana. In his eleven books preceding this one he has taken a scalpel to America's hidden underbelly, slicing gently away to reveal its secrets. While Tom Wolfe and Norman Mailer bickered like children in a sand pit over the fate of the great American novel , DeLillo quietly created it . In The Body Artist , it would seem that DeLillo has taken time out to produce a whimsical, albeit barren, ode to loneliness.