The writing is of course a 4 stars, 5 even, so I'm still quite not sure if overall is a 3 or 4, but it doesnt matter much.
Thing is: the imagery is amazing, i'm still in awe by what this man can see, not only in terms of future, but in insights, of a man near death, of a man who can't really grow up, of people without roots or family, of this society, empty. But this novel looks so cold to me. every sentence is so perfect it's like polished, and you can see its brilliance, DeLillo's brilliance everywhere, but i couldn't quite feel attached to these characters. I'm miles away from what I felt for Underworld's Nick, just to name one.
On the other hand, the obsession for language is so well displayed here, you can't help but love it, unconditionally. so i guess this is like a novel you can adore from a distance. No attachments included.