Don DeLillo
Don DeLillo
Donald Richard "Don" DeLillois an American novelist, playwright and essayist. His works have covered subjects as diverse as television, nuclear war, sports, the complexities of language, performance art, the Cold War, mathematics, the advent of the digital age, politics, economics, and global terrorism. Initially a well-regarded cult writer, the publication in 1985 of White Noise brought him widespread recognition. It was followed in 1988 by Libra, a bestseller. DeLillo has twice been a Pulitzer Prize for Fiction finalist), won the...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth20 November 1936
CityBronx, NY
I hate my life. I'm at the point where I want to hear about other people's lives. it's like switching from fiction to biography.
What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.
The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future.
I would never write in response to what I believe the public wanted or needed.
A shrewd person would one day start a religion based on coincidence, if he hasn't already, and make a million.
When my head is in the typewriter the last thing on my mind is some imaginary reader. I don't have an audience; I have a set of standards.
There are no amateurs in the world of children.
We don't really know how technology will affect narrative. That's the question. See, people used to say that the novel is going to die, but they would never say that movies will die with it, when in fact all forms depend on the narrative. I think if one of them fails, the others are going to fail as well. Maybe this will happen to both forms, and maybe movies will take a totally different direction with fiction.
Being called a 'bad citizen' is a compliment to a novelist, at least to my mind. That's exactly what we ought to do.
A mystery novel localizes the awesome force of the real death outside the book, winds it tightly in a plot...
In the American soul there is a lonely individual standing in a vast landscape.
Fame requires every kind of excess. I mean true fame, a devouring neon, not the sombre renown of waning statesmen or chinless kings.
People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night.
Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past.