I love that this takes place in a day. I love the crawl across NYC. I appreciate the randomness resolving itself into patterns, like how he keeps finding his wife. I see the juxtaposition of the high level of tech in the year 2000 against his shamanistic money-making talent.
But the soul of Eric eludes me. I know this is no Irving novel. Still, I need more than a plot device and beautiful sentences.
I just miss really, really good DeLillo.