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Cosmopolis
Don Delillo
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Description for Cosmopolis
Paperback. A mesmeric tour de force of character rendered with DeLillo's typical stylistic brilliance, intelligence and wit becomes a warning for the global future. Num Pages: 224 pages. BIC Classification: FA. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 199 x 130 x 16. Weight in Grams: 170.
Eric Packer is a twenty-eight-year-old multi-billionaire asset manager. We join him on what will become a particularly eventful April day in turn-of-the-twenty-first-century Manhattan. He's on a personal odyssey, to get a haircut. Sitting in his stretch limousine as it moves across town, he finds the city at a virtual standstill because the President is visiting, a rapper's funeral is proceeding, and a violent protest is being staged in Times Square by anti-globalist groups. Most worryingly, Eric's bodyguards are concerned that he may be a target . . .
An electrifying study in affectlessness, infused with deep cynicism and ... Read more
Product Details
Publisher
Picador
Format
Paperback
Publication date
2011
Condition
New
Number of Pages
224
Place of Publication
London, United Kingdom
ISBN
9780330524933
SKU
9781447206583
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About Don Delillo
Don DeLillo is the acclaimed author of bestselling novels and plays. His work includes White Noise, Libra, Cosmopolis and Underworld. He has won the National Book Award, the Jerusalem Prize and the Irish Times International Fiction Prize.
Reviews for Cosmopolis
America's greatest living writer.
Observer
A brilliant excursion into the decadence of contemporary culture.
Sunday Times
A prose-poem about New York . . . DeLillo has always been good at telling us where we're heading . . . we ignore him at our peril.
Blake Morrison
Guardian
Observer
A brilliant excursion into the decadence of contemporary culture.
Sunday Times
A prose-poem about New York . . . DeLillo has always been good at telling us where we're heading . . . we ignore him at our peril.
Blake Morrison
Guardian