Zero K by Don DeLillo - digested read

‘I saw a room of frozen, hairless, headless bodies, all doing nothing. One of them I called Dahlia, another I imagined to be called Keith’

Everybody wants to own the end of the world. That’s what my father had said, taking off his vintage sunglasses to reveal another pair of vintage sunglasses. He liked to keep the world opaque. Some months later those words came back to me as the private jet he had sent for me landed at the Convergence complex on the edge of nowhere.

“Where are we?” I asked. “Somewhere near Kazakhstan,” he said. “Kyrgyzstan?” “Somewhere near there, too.” “You’re not being very helpful.” “No, but I am being deep. Everywhere is somewhere.” “You’ve grown a beard. That surprises me.”

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