As a very young teenager, Marxism and communism caught his fancy, without anyone directing him that way.

DeLillo juega con cambios de tiempo aleatorios y sin previo aviso, diálogos entre personajes que le hablan al aire, dentro de un soliloquio cortado por otras voces en el fondo y a las que también se debe escuchar, y todo este caos crea un clima que absorbe al lector en la misma conspiración. But the parts that aren't true lose that interest value, and because this can't work as a thriller, because we already know the outcome, it fails as an entertaining novel. People are divided on those who think that Smolensk was tragic plane accident and others who belive that it was a criminal assassination. He appeared everywhere (usually accompanied by stellar praise), including my own bookshelf, where Libra sat and sat and sat. Merle Rubin of The Christian Science Monitor stated, "DeLillo is deft enough at blending fact and fiction - at weaving many of the numberless known clues into a plausible narrative soaked in evocative atmosphere.Every book has to make a "leap of faith" to join the first dot and the hundredth, but unlike DeLillo who readily accepts that he has written a fictional account of an alternate reality, the conspiracy theorists sell theirs as authentic works of history. In my opinion, the decisive point is the magnificent portrait of Lee Harvey Oswald developed by Don. The ancients staged mock battles to parallel the tempest in nature and reduce their fear of gods who warred across the sky. Everett decides to stage an assassination attempt on President Kennedy's life and put the blame on Cuban dictator Fidel Castro.

S]he finally gets connected, after a lot of back and forth, to a man who seems to be talking from an office instead of a switchboard. Cuando estás convencido de que has visto todas las formas en que la violencia puede sorprenderte, aparece algo nuevo que ni siquiera habías imaginado. The real politics in this novel belongs to the radical right Oswald hated, a General Walker, whom Oswald failed to kill from just a few yards in his first attempt at being a sniper.

The book follows two related but separate narrative threads: episodes from Oswald's life from his childhood until the assassination and his death, and the actions of other participants in the conspiracy. This book is like dancing with Don DeLillo, and dancing with the young President, and dancing with the handsome man who has no face, and cannot be named, while ten quaaludes are slushing through your blood system and dark hands are pouring margaritas for you at each slow waltzlike revolution of the enormous ballroom from whose windows the glitterball reveals gun barrels glinting. it's main achievement lies in an investigation of how many of the "cast" - oswald in particular, of course - might have thought and felt and reached their positions and attitudes. Plus, a constantly changing point of view, which wasn't a problem for me most recently in Kesey's Sometimes a Great Notion, but well, that book has so much heart and soul in it, you can't help but get swept up by its tide. Isn’t that him in a photograph of a crowd of people on the front steps of the Book Depository just as the shooting begins?