I picked-up a copy of Don DeLillo’s End Zone a little over a year ago after reading a short review of it in a magazine I enjoy (a sure-fire way to get me interested in reading a new book). I have to be honest though; it was the book’s cover that really caught my eye (another sure-fire way to get me interested in reading a new book).
Content-wise, the book’s about West Texas football, and as fan of the sport and the movie and TV series Friday Night Lights (I’ve actually never read the book they’re both based-on), I couldn’t resist.
As an author, DeLillo’s been a tough nut for me to crack. I tried reading both Underworld and White Noise several times, but have never been able to see the greatness that so many others do. Perhaps a simpler story about football during a time of nuclear fear will help me—finally—appreciate his style and voice.