She talked about the tower, going over it again, claustrophobically, the smoke, the fold of bodies, and he understood that they could talk about these things only with each other, in minute and dullest detail, but it would never be dull or too detailed because it was inside them now and because he needed to hear what he'd lost in the tracings of memory. This was their pitch of delirium, the dazed reality they'd shared in the stairwells, the deep shafts of spiraling men and women. I wasn't sure that I wanted to read a book about 9/11, even after many years have passed. I am very glad I did. DeLillo has created a superb book. It is the type of book you want start all over again after finishing it. It begins with a man struggling out of the ashes of the Twin Towers. He is in a daze as is the rest of the city. The novel moves through a surreal time with life and death and the meaning of it all confronting us like a bucket of cold water thrown in our face.
The writing in this book is masterful. It is a pleasure just to see how DeLillo constructs a paragraph. This book places the reader in the minds of those who suffered after 9/11 as well as the minds of the hijackers. It didn't make me relive the terror, but reconnected me with the psychological impact that is so easy and tempting to block out. Highly recommended!
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