I highly appreciate this novel for its thematic ambitions. ‘White Noise' shed lights on superficial aspects of modern consumerist societies and on our modern day obsession with data to the point of worshiping them. Despite all the characters' desperate attempts of collecting data and making sense of their life events, they both consciously choose to remain ignorant as artificial attempt to cling to illusional sense of control.
However, this story is worthless. The characters lack personalities. The philosophical dialogues lack epistemological foundation, which make them sound dull and vague. When I reached the final page of this book, I found myself having wasted time reading Jack's self-justification for his irresponsibility and pretentiousness. This novel has no relevance at communities that value intimate human connections over intellectual hypocrisy.
Stories deal with social stratification, role of religion and nature of beauty.
Good stories don't necessarily teach me something immediately: they grow seeds of something personal that keep me contemplating about them. I love Norwegian Wood as the trail the story left in me still linger comforting me through hard times, reminding me that there are a lot of things that if I try to use logic to analyse I will put myself deeper in confusion.
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