Niklas reviewed Silence by Don DeLillo
Review of 'Silence' on 'LibraryThing'
4 stars
When you read work of an old writer, one whoâs famous, it takes some toll: you might be thinking of that personâs prior work, how they viewed the world back in the day.returnreturnI read DeLilloâs Libra before I read The Silence. That book was a mighty kind of marathon around dialogue and scenes; it was masterfully told, but I quickly tired of the main vein. Thatâs what killed the book for me.returnreturnThis time around, DeLilloâs taken the pulse of modern times for a lot of western people by proving that he masters brief dialogue over carefully crafted and rhythmic language that swings between conversations in different worlds.returnreturnThe book takes place in 2022 and starts off inconspicuously.returnreturnâHe was Swedish,â she said.returnâWho?âreturnâMr. Celsius.âreturnâDid you sneak a look at your phone?âreturnâYou know how these things happen.âreturnâThey come swimming out of deep memory. And when the manâs first name comes your way, I will begin to feel the pressure.âreturnâWhat pressure?âreturnâTo produce Mr. Fahrenheitâs first name.â She said, âGo back to your sky-high screen.âreturnâThis flight. All the long flights. All the hours. Deeper than boredom.âreturnâActivate your tablet. Watch a movie.âreturnâI feel like talking. No headphone. We both feel like talking.âreturnâNo earbuds,â she said. âTalk and write.âreturnreturnShe was Jimâs wife, dark-skinned, Tessa Berens, Caribbean-European-Asian origins, a poet whose work appeared often in literary journals. She also spent time, online, as an editor with an advisory group that answered questions from subscribers on subjects ranging from hearing loss to bodily equilibrium to dementia.returnreturnHere, in the air, much of what the couple said to each other seemed to be a function of some automated process, remarks generated by the nature of airline travel itself. None of the ramblings of people in rooms, in restaurants, where major motion is stilled by gravity, talk free-floating. All these hours over oceans or vast landmasses, sentences trimmed, sort of self-encased, passengers, pilots, cabin attendants, every word forgotten the moment the plane sets down on the tarmac and begins to taxi endlessly toward an unoccupied jetway.returnreturnOne of the things that I enjoyed most about this book is that I think DeLillo doesnât try to seem smart when writing. You can always tell when a writer wants their ego fed by injecting stuff designed to make others slap them on the back.returnreturnMost of the dialogue leaves everything about scenery to the reader:returnreturnâYou canât help yourself.âreturnâI donât want to help myself,â she said. âAll I want to do is get home and look at a blank wall.âreturnreturnThis is a thoughtful, carefully written, short, and beautiful novel. There is a lot of material in it, most of which make do for re-reading. Itâs a jostling book in its ease. If I must compare it to anything, Iâd go with Richard Linklaterâs Sunrise/Sunset/Midnight trilogy, or perhaps Terry Malickâs Tree of Life.