American author whose work is characterised by its post-modern critique of American life. He became a writer because he was bored as a parking attendant. He worked in advertising before deciding he ‘just didn’t want to work anymore’.
I don’t have much inclination to include DeLillo. I don’t like the way he came to writing, and his books are overly stylised exercises in blown-out, unfounded theorising and obscure pseudo-intellectual commentary simultaneously denouncing intellectuality. It falls into all the post-modern traps.