→ New York Times | Good Smell Perplexes New Yorkers
Noted without comment, except to say that the phrases “unseen, sweet-smelling cloud” and “syrupy cloud” fit tidily into the scheme presented in chapter 21 of DeLillo’s White Noise:
“The radio calls it a feathery plume,” he said. “But it’s not a plume.”
“What is it?”
“Like a shapeless growing thing. A dark black breathing thing of smoke. Why do they call it a plume?”
“Air time is valuable. They can’t go into long tortured descriptions.”
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