A satire of modern consumerist society. The book explores the fear of death of people whose lives have descended into shallow meaningless consumerism.
It's clever and well written. It's the best of the books that I've read that are satires in the Joseph Heller tradition that target current consumerist society. In some ways the book is prophetic in that everything that DeLillo is satarizing has just gotten worse. But I'm increasingly feeling frustrated that everyone thinks that the only way to approach this stiff nowadays is through satire. The book references Tolstoy who was doing the same stuff seriously a hundred years prior, and I wonder why this is apparently impossible now.
A good book and worth reading, but modern irony is starting to ware me down a little.