Another review I just don't know how to write. Another book that engendered some affection, but no passion. I do enjoy academic comedies of manners, and this had that, and I am always amused (although I think I enjoyed Richard Russo's Straight Man
more than White Noise.
The dialogue is amusing, and stilted, and sometimes awkward, and somehow, that didn't bother me.
So, what's the book about? Consumerism and death? That's about as close as I can get, but I still feel like I'm missing something.
So, yeah. I liked it, but didn't love it. I'm glad I read it. Only time will tell if I ever have the urge to read it again.