Great Jones Street

By: Don DeLillo

Narrated by: Jacques Roy

From the author of White Noise (winner of the National Book Award) and Zero K

Bucky Wunderlick, rock star and budding messiah, has hit a spiritual wall. In midtour he bolts from his band to hole up in a dingy East Village apartment and separate himself from the paranoid machine that propels the culture he has helped create. As faithful fans await messages, Bucky encounters every sort of roiling farce he is trying to escape. A penetrating look at rock and roll's merger of art, commerce, and urban decay, Great Jones Street "reflects our era's nightmares and hallucinations with all appropriate lurid, tawdry shades" (The Cleveland Plain Dealer).

©2017 Don DeLillo (P)2017 Simon & Schuster, Inc.

Vintage Don

Maybe not his best book but it’s a good early career achievement. A rock and roll satire that rules

No one writes like Don Delillo

I read this book a long time ago when I was bingeing on Don Delillo books and now because I have a long daily commute to and from work, I’m going back and listening to the audiobooks to get a different take on the stories.

While I’m not sure what I though about it then, now I am thinking that “Great Jones Street” is just okay. Actually it’s pretty dumb. A burned out rock singer, with one of the worst names (Bucky Wonderlick?!) retires from his band, the road, public eye, disappears into New York City, eventually gets caught up in a bad drug dealer scene and suffers from it. That’s about it. While there are other sides to the story and the writing is unlike others, it is overall, not the best Delillo book IMO.

Dawning of the age of God knows what.

"Americans persue loneliness in various ways. For me Great Jones Street was a time of prayerful fatigue. I became a half-saint, practiced in visions, informed by a sense of bodily economy, but deficient in true pain."
- Don DeLillo, Great Jones Street

A good DeLillo, just not a great one. I read this on a flight from SF to Phoenix. While there were parts of it that I loved (again and again DeLillo can throw out a sentence that seems almost electric; a prose version of a perpetual motion machine), he also tried several experiments with this novel that seemed wasted, or perhaps foul balls. Let me list a few:

1. Lyrics - Please GOD don't inspire any future prose writers to suddenly want to fill their novels with lyrics. I understand that this is tempting, especially when writing about a rock legend. However, writing the lyrics of a famous, god-like, rock star is HARDER than writing a good sex scene. That wire is a tricky, slick one to walk.

2. Sex - DeLillo isn't bad at writing sex scenes, but he's not particularly great.

3. The Ending - a real whimper. I'm not sure the book ever was skipping at 4stars or 5, but the ending definitely didn't raise it up in my estimation. If I were to drop this book next to its peers by DeLillo, it would fit closer to 'Point Omega', 'Cosmopolis', and 'The Body Artist' than his great books. And these are all good books, but none great are GREAT DeLillo.

Reputedly based on Bob Dylan

Definitely weird and not for everybody. Reminded me of a Dylan song from the Desolation Row era. Not a coincidence, I think.

Escape in the Mad Weather of Words

Early DeLillo novels truck awe equal to his later and sometimes larger masterpieces. The dynamics of pacing and the hypnotic fluency common to all his novels are here. Early DeLillo's humor is sharper, sometimes bleaker, and may verge on absurd slapstick ("New York, New York! New York, New York!"). Perhaps still free of the coprolithic burden of his ever-growing celebrity, DeLillo's sentences are pure here. He builds pyramids of stars. Each sentence is an unstable isotope, a radiating fury in his listener's or reader's minds. Like Bucky, you will be changed by progress through this book, though none of us will be able to describe precisely how. Great Jones Street is a virtuoso performance. Sure it's a rock-and-roll satire...in the same way Look Homeward Angel is about trains. Not among the later serious novels, it's still a beaut! Jacques Roy offers a top-rate reading of it, dexterous in mingling the monotonic, lost Bucky with the surreal observant central intelligence behind Bucky as narrator, equal to the idiosyncrasies of each minor voice, and perfectly rounding the overall tone of the book. Five by five by five.