I’m in Miami. It’s raining, and I’m reading “Underworld” (by Don DeLillo) under a covered porch.
There’s a recurring scene in Underworld where a child in a car records the driver behind her.
The driver smiles, waves, and is shot in the head by a serial killer in a neighboring car.
Another shooting by the “Texas Highway Killer.”
The footage is looped and replayed on TV news stations. The characters in the novel can’t stop watching. They watch because it’s on…
I take a break from the novel and turn on FOXnews. I stand in the living room and watch this thoroughly uninteresting footage of a car parked outside of a dark gas station.
The anchor then says: “Texas rush-hour shooter kills two random people…”