Who is Don Delillo

Donald Richard DeLillo (born November 20, 1936) is an American novelist, short story writer, playwright, screenwriter and essayist. His works have covered subjects as diverse as television, nuclear war, sports, the complexities of language, performance art, the Cold War, mathematics, the advent of the digital age, politics, economics, and global terrorism.

DeLillo was already a well-regarded cult writer in 1985, when the publication of White Noise brought him widespread recognition and won him the National Book Award for fiction. White Noise was followed in 1988 by Libra, a bestseller. DeLillo has twice been a Pulitzer Prize for Fiction finalist (for Mao II in 1992 and for Underworld in 1998), won the PEN/Faulkner Award for Mao II in 1992 (receiving another PEN/Faulkner Award nomi...
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Digitimothy1: sure, i think we can all agree that don delillo is long-winded, but does that make sean daley any less of a writer?
Bobbyhd: don delillo used to be in stone temple pilots
Adam_a_go_go: on this day last year, i took a photo of my favourite paragraph in don delillo’s underworld - such a good book
Digitimothy1: fine, i think we can all agree that don delillo is long-winded, but does that make tariq trotter any less of a writer?
Umbersorrow: dreamt i was at a rinky dink occult fair in a high school cafeteria, recognized a well-regarded anthropologist walking around whose book i was reading (not someone who actually exists and he looked a lot like don delillo, who i recently saw in a documentary)
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Her Name Liberty
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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