At a certain speed I’m bored and frustrated by it when there’s no give in terms of plot it can feel rambling or almost sloppy at a certain pace. but then if you slow down and take it sentence to sentence youre taken by how impeccable and poetic it is
DeLillo does that on purpose. He's said from The Names onward, he started to write by the sentence and pay more attention to how each word looked on the page, how they sat next to each other.I've looked at things I've written in the past and encountered the same problem. Phrase to phrase extremely beautiful but no momentum gathered, always starting again after a full stop.
This is partly what I was getting at re: Joyce mentioning lots of mundane things alongside the cosmic. It feels stable despite the scope, complexity and experimentation. Deleuze's "piece of fresh land". Nothing's solid in what came after. Once you get to Burroughs, Pynchon etc, it's all in pieces."Though the authors may have understood themselves as a small part in the great whir of life, such abstract unimportance on a large scale, didn't detract from the potential solidity of their life on a local or personal scale."