Don DeLillo never fails to amaze me. How can a book with just 117 pages be so… deep? POINT OMEGA is, on its surface, the story of a struggling film maker trying to put together a minimalistic film focusing on this old guy who used to work with highly sensitive government/war material. The film maker travels to the old man’s remote retirement spot and settles into this life where time is so enormous it doesn’t even count any more. The man’s weirdo daughter shows up and eventually disappears. A sizable search ensues. Bracketing this story is another related story, which takes place in a darkened art gallery, showing a super slow-mo version of Psycho, where all the characters’ paths… intersect.
It’s really an unsettling, subtle story, with layer upon layer upon layer of emotion. I’m still working out my own interpretation in my head. It’s like a puzzle, like many of DeLillo’s stories. I loved POINT OMEGA.
