I’m enjoying this one immensely. I far prefer the anti-consumerism of the 80s and early 90s to the sort of shrill pap that passes as edgy these days. DeLillo is satirical, but he doesn’t believe that satirizing consumerism is brave. He doesn’t believe it is a metaphysics or a creed. It’s not a dogma. These days, people make as though anti-consumerism is genuinely interesting, daring, the sort of thing you can preach. It’s not. It’s fair, but it’s really nothing more than a cultural accoutrement.