Early in the reading of White Noise I recognized how excellent the writing was, as compared with the action driven crap that doesn’t bother with character development that I usually read (and rarely write about).
White Noise is all character development, complex and mysterious. I found myself thinking with interest about the words and phrases used rather than the plot. Sparks notes says there is one but half way through the book and I have failed to find it. Each chapter reads like a short story although they do connect.
It’s a great book, worth the months of my waiting my turn to check it out through Libby.
Notable quotes:
“Facts threaten our happiness and security.”
“He believed there was only one way to seduce a women, with clear and open desire.”
“Not to know is a weapon of survival.”
“The time of spiders arrived.”
Reading this book saddens me a bit. I realize I can never be a “great” or even a “moderately good” author. I am too parsimonious with my words. Dry, to the point, getting to the twist as soon as possible.
If I were to write this story it would be a few pages long, skipping the interesting parts, but getting straight to the point. No one would read it.
Another quote:
“Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feeble minded, doddering, toothless, liver spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating.”
There are no quotable jewels in my writing.
And later the book ends.