Midnight in Dostoevsky and Creation were highlights for me. Slightly crestfallen at Baader-Meinhof and The Starveling for inarticulable reasons, but also never imagined I’d see him reference The Passenger, Eureka, and Gerhard Richter, of all names, and there are just images upon images in this that I don’t want to forget. Overall, though, it only added a marginal bit to my discovery of DeLillo in the past year. On that note I reread the end of The Body Artist in a bookstore the other day and almost died in public.

“A kind of discrete erection known only to the man whose pants are on fire.”

I had already read two or three of these stories before, but it was a pleasure to read them again. 'Midnight in Dostoevsky' is my favorite in this collection (DeLillo's first short story collection - how can that be!), but they are all good. The last story features a character with the same last name as my uncle from Lithuania, who I happened to be staying with when I read it. He was happy and surprised to see his name but said that it's actually quite common in Russia... Fans of good fiction already know about this book and how good the stories are (we all subscribe to Harper's, right?), so writing a full review is unnecessary.