"White Noise"

After reading "White Noise," by Don DeLillo, published in 1985 about a post nuclear family living in a small college town, I found myself concentrating on the authors writing style, perhaps more than the story itself. It seemed to be to be a style that could attach itself to a stream of consciousness, much like "The Sound and the Fury," by William Faulkner. I was constantly asking myself while i read the first six chapters of this novel...so what’s the point. It almost comes across as the ramblings of certain life experiences of a middle aged man who is struggling to find a purpose to his life, and the purpose of the world around him, as it changes with the introduction of technology, such as the television and the new development of a bourgeoisie upper middle class. I did however really enjoy the way the author examined the aspects of meaningless everyday life and the simple nuances that occur within it. His descriptions of station wagons and the move-in day at the college, his wife and her size and appearance and the town that he lived it particularly stuck out to me. His writing style is intriguing, and subtle in the way that is leads its reader on a wild goose chase in search of meaning in the meaningless droll of everyday tasks and experiences.