The characters are all strange, the dialogue and prose is weird. It is perhaps not rare for authors to create characters that are unsentimental, and totally incapable of having a normal conversation. But I find it difficult to appreciate such a use of artistic license if it doesn't make any point at all and serves no purpose.

Historically, John Proctor did not immediately intervene on learning of the trials and does not do so in the play. The historical account offers no explanation. In the notebooks Miller searched for one: “Proctor—guilt stays his hand (against what action?).” The guilt derives from his adultery; the action becomes his decision to expose Abigail.

Pero todo intento es inútil; la verdad, si es que existe, es relativa y lo auténtico y lo artificial se confunden hasta fundirse en una misma materia.

Even if none of the above interests you, just read this novel because DeLillo can build a haunting image of something very simple: What if death is nothing but sound....electrical noise….you hear it forever…sound all around…uniform, white.” I think it is beyond doubt that H. P. Lovecraft has yet to be surpassed as the twentieth century's greatest practitioner of the classic horror tale." -Stephen King The smoke alarm went off in the hallway upstairs, either to let us know the battery had just died or because the house was on fire. We finished out lunch in silence For Classroom Study: Visit Penguin Random House Education to search for our newest Penguin Classics or dive deeper into our catalogs.It is surely possible to be awed by a thing that threatens your life, to see it as a cosmic force, so much larger than yourself, more powerful, created by elemental and wilful rhythms.’ El propio DeLillo, antes de dedicarse a la literatura, trabajó en una agencia de publicidad y, aunque no tardó mucho tiempo en comprender que aquello no era para él, sin duda aprendió lo suficiente sobre los mecanismos de la sociedad de consumo como para recelar de por vida del poder del consumismo, una desconfianza que queda patente en sus obras, especialmente en White Noise. I want to believe [Atilla the Hun] lay in his tent, wrapped in animal skins, as in some internationally financed movie epic, and said brave cruel things to his aides and retainers. No weakening of the spirit. No sense of the irony of human existence, that we are the highest form of life on earth and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die."