This post was written by Friday guest blogger Annie Reid.
DeLillo slowly backs out of the conversation, unrevealing himself piece by piece, until I’m not sure what, exactly, we are talking about. Or how we got there. When his publicist comes to retrieve him, DeLillo has become an almost avuncular presence, joking with her that we didn’t really do an interview but simply played cards. So persuasively has he disappeared that, when I get home, I expect my tape to be blank. Somehow, I think he wins every hand he plays.