This book is definitely weird. It also has random sentences, random facts. I suppose this is the white noise, analogous to the bombardment of information we receive each day from the world, our world that we’ve created from the television and other technology.
I read this, from White Noise, today: “Only a catastrophe gets our attention. We want them, we need them, we depend on them. As long as they happen somewhere else.” It’s a bizarre thing to read after the events of yesterday.
I feel like I’m missing something as I read the book. I almost have it and then it slips away.