![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Speaking on the phone from New York, DeLillo says he can barely remember writing the thing. The play’s mood is contemplative but the dialogue is bright, barbed and studded with absurdist one-liners. It’s about Alex, a landscape artist paralysed by a stroke, and the ersatz squabbling family (son, ex-wife, new wife) who gather at the feeding tube to decide his fate. Love-Lies-Bleeding is a play he wrote back in 2005 that is being revived on the London stage. At other times, it comes in a more tangible form. Sometimes, this past takes the shape of old lines from Underworld or White Noise, read back to him as evidence of his prophetic gifts. Now nearing his 82nd birthday, his career has become more about the past than the future. He’s diagnosed America’s tensions, explained its outbreaks of madness, in darkly comic profundity. The novelist has spent 50 years at the cutting edge of US culture. If DeLillo can’t provide an answer, chances are no one can. ![]()
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