
If you’re any kind of DeLillo fan, or even a curious neophyte, you’ll feel right at home here. Only the title story stands out as unnecessary, and that’s mostly because a re-tinkered version already appeared in Underworld. Then again, if you’ve never read a description of limbo as brilliant/lunatic (I go back and forth) as “a cosmic cloud of slushed fetuses floating in the rings of Saturn,” well, you should probably be exposed to that any way you can.
DeLillo! I don’t know why I always dip into your new books expecting impenetrable nonsense. You keep surprising me. The Angel Esmeralda is no different.
Read my full review, from today’s Edmonton Journal, here.
Jan 8, 2012