Ratner’s Star

ISBN: 0679722920
ISBN 13: 9780679722922
By: Don DeLillo

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One of DeLillo's first novels, "Ratner's Star" follows Billy, the genius adolescent, who is recruited to live in obscurity, underground, as he tries to help a panel of estranged, demented, and yet lovable scientists communicate with beings from outer space. It is a mix of quirky humor, science, mathematical theories, as well as the complex emotional distance and sadness people feel. "Ratner's Star" demonstrates both the thematic and prosaic muscularity that typifies DeLillo's later and more recent works, like "The Names" (which is also available in Vintage Contemporaries).

Reader's Thoughts


This is a really odd, somewhat incoherent and ultimately quite wonderful novel. I’d only previously read ‘White Noise’, ‘Underworld’ and some of the author’s later books and stories, so I was surprised to find a totally different style at work in ‘Ratner’s Star’, one more comparable to Thomas Pynchon, Kurt Vonnegut or Philip K. Dick. To begin with it very much has the feel of a quirky mid-70s comic sci fi novel, being concerned in a fairly druggy way with conspiracy theories, secret transmissions from little green men and the threat of global annihilation.The plot follows Billy Twillig, a teenage mathematics prodigy who is taken by the government to a remote facility to join a group of scientists attempting to decode a mysterious radio signal received from the star of the title. We are quickly introduced to a large cast of weird characters who pop up and disappear as Twillig is led closer to the secret of the signal and the true purpose of a small group of scientists who are working on something quite different in the deepest parts of the facility. The basic conceit of the plot is presumably based on the discovery of Pulsars (which also formed the basis of a very different but also very interesting novel by Stanislaw Lem) but it’s really an excuse for the author to get all kinds of eminent scientific ideologues in one big space and bash them all together. I guess this was a time when all kinds of mind-expanding ideas about the universe were being propagated and popularised, and the idea that science itself could and should also expand to cover every possible aspect of the conceivable universe is just one element of the author’s broad satire here:"The problem concerns the true nature of expansion," the man said. "Consider science itself. It used to be thought that the work of science would be completed in the very near future. This was, oh, the seventeenth century. It was just a matter of time before all knowledge was integrated and made available, all the inmost secrets pried open. This notion persisted for well over two hundred years. But the thing continues to expand. It grows and grows. It curls into itself and bends back and then thrusts outward in a new direction. It refuses to be contained. Every time we make a breakthrough we think this is it: the breakthrough. But the thing keeps pushing out. It breaks through the breakthrough."If the defining image of ‘White Noise’ was that of the inexplicable Most Photographed Barn in America, the centrepiece around which ‘Ratner’s Star’ revolves is the image of a once-great scientist digging a hole in the desert and subsiding solely on larvae. In trying to crack the code, the researchers end up delving deeper into their own subconscious, which in turn is rendered as literally digging into the earth below the facility: it’s as though the mind could be represented as a series of geological layers, with some unexpected ancestral truth lurking in the deepest caves. The overarching suggestion is, I guess, one inherited from science fiction as far back as Wells and Mary Shelley; that for all their supposed arch-rationalism and clearly defined logical principles, the great scientist is as liable as any of us (perhaps more liable!) to not only personal delusions but also mental collapse.All of this is quite hard to follow, not least because Delillo had clearly been brushing up on his advanced maths and astrophysics in the research of this novel. But that need not bother you – this isn’t the kind of book you read for well-adjusted, ‘relatable’ characters, nor for an aspect of social realism or escapism. You read it for the writing. And the writing is absolutely astonishing on quite a frequent basis. Because I read this on an ebook reader I kept a list of marked passages which I then transferred to a Pages document for safe keeping; many of them are too long to quote in full but I couldn’t bear the thought that I might lose the memory of them afterwards. Perhaps this is a feeling unique to ebooks where you never quite have the sense of being able to pluck a book off a shelf and flick back to the right page again? I don’t know. I was surprised to read that Delillo considers this his favourite of all his own works. It’s a difficult read, not only because the subject matter is somewhat arcane, but because it’s fairly tedious and occasionally boring from a dramatic point of view. Not much really seems to ‘happen’, which is another way of saying that although an awful lot of stuff does happen, much of it seems weirdly inconsequential or episodic. But in the end I didn’t think that really matters. For all its Joycean reveling in wordplay, this isn’t a book like ‘Ulysses’ which can be decoded into a realistic sequence of events muddled up in time. Perhaps that’s what marks this book out as postmodern rather than modernist: there is no one single thing which it can be said to be ‘about’, other than itself.One last thing: I was intrigued to note that David Foster Wallace kept a heavily annotated copy of this novel because it does bear a striking resemblance to that author’s own work (particularly ‘Infinite Jest’ with its similarly gifted protagonist, but also the general themes of obsession, depression, scientific materialism, etc). Both are comic novels in the broadest conceivable sense and both are very much of their own time in terms of technological, political and pop cultural references, but both have a certain amount in common stylistically too: there’s the same tendency towards snappy dialogue set against lengthy and insanely cleverly written passages of description where high and low vocab is constantly mingled to startling effect. This is not to suggest that Wallace was in any sense an imitator of Delillo, but one was certainly a big influence on the other, and it’d be an intriguing exercise to read both side-by-side.

Angelo Ricci

Mi domando spesso se, nella scrittura di DeLillo, la trama rappresenti uno strumento, un mezzo, un escamotage, un lasciapassare per aprire visioni nascoste. C’è una sottile linea, spesso frazionata, ma non per questo meno decisa, nella struttura della sua narrazione. L’andare a ritroso di Underworld che, come la traiettoria di una palla da baseball, compie continui svisamenti temporali. La scrittura documentata di Libra, a metà strada tra una docufiction e la trilogia americana di Ellroy. I soliloqui densi di tragicità nascosta di Cosmopolis che, da soli, svelano una vita metropolitana definitivamente sfuggita al tentativo di classificazione compiuto dai minimalisti. L’apparizione di un linguaggio assassino che svela la forza terribile della parola, ne I nomi. Le immagini statiche di performances e di installazioni artistiche che dominano L’uomo che cade e, in parte, anche quella struttura teologica che è Punto Omega. Le figure di personaggi che incarnano, nella loro verbosità, i deliri di una cultura pop e underground che, come un fiume carsico, appare e ricompare nella vita americana, come in Rumore Bianco e Running dog, fino ad arrivare, con Great Jones Street al suo limite estremo, dove la vita e la morte collimano e collidono.La stella di Ratner presenta, come un catalogo programmatico di personali ossessioni, tutte quelle costruzioni semantiche e simboliche che DeLillo vede ergersi nel paesaggio di un’America che, al di sotto di una crosta labile di apparente solidità, nasconde afflati di tragedia onirica. La figura del quattordicenne genio della matematica apre tutto un mondo di normale e condivisa follia dove, ancora una volta, è il linguaggio (questa volta quello matematico) a trasfigurarsi in codice indecifrabile, paradigma della nostra schiavitù verso la parola. Torme di scienziati che sembrano preda delle loro più ataviche follie, persi in una eterna costruzione di codici e di teoremi, personaggi secondari (autisti e personale di servizio) che si esprimono per mezzo di una afasia meccanica, e che rimandano a certi simulacri di phildickiana memoria.Il tutto posizionato in un deserto assolato che ricorda le immagini californiane della miglior cinematografia noir e underground degli anni Settanta. Deserto nel quale, primogenitura di tutte le strutture e installazioni che faranno da sfondo al divenire linguistico dei personaggi dei suoi futuri romanzi, si erge il cicloide, edificio perfetto e insondabile che forse, come il monolito kubrickiano, rappresenta, ancora una volta, l'angosciosa e inquietante ostensione del Nulla.http://nottedinebbiainpianura.blogspo...


LATEST ATTEMPT (aka, attempt #3);I WANT to like this book, would love to dig into a novel that takes place in a science think tank with odd characters, but I would liken this book more to some poor Kafka, and as listless as DeLillo's novel The Names. There is an intriguing mystery here, and like a Kafka K-named character, Twilling meets only further distraction and obstruction as he tries to decode a mysterious space message, but unlike Kafka, the distractions and obstructions become too redundant, and steadily lacking interest. Like The Names, the characters mainly in play just don't keep up enough intrigue to make the 400+ pages worth the consistent effort.************************I must admit that this book, even after two stabs at it, didn't thrill me the way other DeLillo novels can, and I did feel as though I were reading something more by Thomas Pynchon. Many of DeLillo's finest work seems to work on the exploration and twisting of its own metaphor, but filtered through extraordinary but still accessible characters, people who feel both rooted in and confused by the complexities of the world behind them. Ratner's Star seems to want to delve in such a way, but through a situation far more absurdist. Billy Twilling is a young math Nobel laureate who is pulled into a think tank that bombards him on all sides with eccentrics, from fellow mathematicians to the custodians. Yet many of these characters become redundant through their lack of introduction and propensity for monologue. Many moments of the book read like Kafka and Michio Kaku co-writing an episode of _Dragnet_. Twilling's main job is to decipher a coded message received from outer space, but of course his progress is hindered and his job outright disregarded by many in Field Experiment One. Eventually, the book breaks down in plotline and form itself when Twilling is pulled underground into a new project that is off the charts. There are many delights in this book--Twilling himself is a wonderfully concise and hilariously unhumorous boy. DeLillo shows his skill at even comic timing on the page. The scenes with a mathematic precurser who has banished himself to a hole in the ground and the meeting of the esteemed Ratner himself during a torch ceremony are wonderful, yet I didn't find the book as a whole challenging with its exploration of metaphor as DeLillo does in later books. There is a wide expanse of characters, but the ecentricities become the focus of the book, not the crucial ideas, and the eccentricities become a little formulaic at times, even in their seeming randomness.


I'm giving this two stars but only because I am not smart enough to understand it. This takes a good knowledge of mathematics, science, Kabbalah and other forms of mysticism. I'm pretty sure it's a masterpiece, if you understand those things...

Adam Sanders

Not really a review. Just joined goodreads and want to take some notes on some of the parts of books I read. Especially someone like Delillo.This is interesting so far. I can really see some of the other themes that Delillo explored in later books "Underworld" and "The Names". Really amusing so far have been the one guys 500 page dissertation on the "meaning" of Science. Also the part where Billy asked Una to see her tits. Page 43 2 chapters in.Page 94:"The only good thing about the trip, from Billy's viewpoint, was the part where he approached the helicoptor with ducked head and un-natural scuttling steps. Although he wasn't wearing a hat he put his right hand to his head as he proceeded importantly to the aircraft. Despite his bent-over shoulder-first approach, he didn't feel foolish. He liked getting on the helicoptor; it was, after all, an executive helicoptor and he felt as he imagined six-figure executives probably when they duck under the blades and fly off to lavish spas for rubdowns and hard bargaining."Paragraphs like the above are one of the reasons I really like Delillo.Definitely liking Billy T.'s character. He reacts like a normal kid would to the madness that is surrounding him up to this point at least. Really laughing at the Mutuka (white "aborigine" former scientist speaking to the group) part.Page 105:"Three people got up and walked out. He (Billy) didn't know whether they were leaving out of boredom or because Mutuka had claimed the aborigine was capable of traveling into outer space. Both circumstances were equally believable."..."Our Visitor himself may or may not posses a third eye. Such are the secrets of the bush.Ten people walked out."Page 228, 251, 266...Page 272:"That distinctive quality of parade music, a summons to come running, to gather together in public and allow whatever loyalty imbues marchers and band members to quicken likewise the communal spirit and reduce all colors to one; that special emotion, as the music drops into time and distance, is swept pathetically away, to be replaced by faint wonder at the depths of regret that often follow such fleeting revelry."After Softly arrives and that passage describes Billy's thoughts or emotions when he mentions logik.Page 275-276:"They were alone in the samll garden. The afternoon had lost some of its rabid glare. A smell of mown clover rose from the earth. It summoned a special presentness, that particular time-sense in which animal faculties conspire to rouse the spirit, the ordering force of memory, and Billy was stirred to relive some elemental moments separately blessed within the flow of past events. They could be counted, the times in which he'd guided a length of string through the hole he'd nail-scraped in a chestnut, the lumps of clay he'd thumbed and gouged into some amorphous model, the cherry pits he'd buried and people he'd learned to believe. They could be counted, the times in which he'd flexed his toes in sense wet sand, the bites of ice cream he'd chunked out of dixie cups with a flat wooden spoon, the caves he'd made in in his mashed potatoes, the pages he'd detached from his composition notebook, tearing down along the row of wire rings, and the white flakes that bounced down out of the air as a result, also distinct and countable. They could be named and listed, the places he'd hidden from danger, the nights he thought would never end."


I don't understand this book. Parts are written almost as if a stream of consciousness. Parts of the novel are hilarious--like trying to "decode" a message from space, that consists of just three numbers. Dialog is often in a strange style, as if words or phrases are randomly deleted. Many of the characters are lunatic; they do and say things that seem just--crazy. The craziness pervades the book, and the narration goes of on wild tangents that don't send a clear message about anything.


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Will James

Math and mysticism. Full of allegories, satire and Zen koans. Confounding, long and sometimes torturous, whole sections are best read as giant poems with thin narrative as pretense. The language is a shabby, unedited mess that occasionally coalesces into something beautiful. Researchers are basically trying to decode a message sent from a distant star, and the main character is a 14-year-old Nobel Prize winner. Other characters - mostly made up of scientists at a think tank, having virtually no qualities except their ideas - are constantly introduced, then dropped, never to be seen again. All this, on purpose. The dialog is often sparse and funny, in contrast to just about everything else. There are secrets to be found here, but most readers will just be frustrated.


There is plentiful evidence of DeLillo's brilliance strewn throughout these pages, but for the most part the going is laboriously slow. In the imaginative conclusion, math and science are revealed to be just as much a creation of the human mind as mysticism and language, where no single one of these approaches is any more able than another to objectively answer the question: "What is the universe as it exists beyond the human brain?"


I'm struggling. Disjointed, disharmonious and downright devilish. Still, I can't imagine ever finishing this. DeLillo is just not getting through to me here.

Galen Weitkamp

A: Ratner’s Star is an off-kilter novel by Don DeLillo, both humorous and something else.What is Ratner’s Star? B: An off-kilter novel by Don DeLillo, both humorous and___I didn’t catch that last bit.A: Never mind. Actually Ratner’s Star is the title of a novel by Don DeLillo. Within the novel Ratner’s star is a star, or perhaps a binary star system including a brown dwarf. It could be a stellated twilligon with an n-bottomed hole. No. Wait. That last is Mohole’s description of the universe. However, the Ratner system may itself be a mohole. Whatever Ratner’s star is, it is also the source of a one hundred and one bit message, although the message may have come from elsewhere and was directed toward us as it boomeranged around the mohole. B: What’s it say? What’s it say?A: Fourteen year old, world renown math whiz Billy Terwilliger, the creator of the abstract theory of mathematical Zorgs, is sent to Field Experiment One to discover the meaning of the message. Field Experiment One is an institute (architecturally it occupies, I think, the space between two cycloidal bowls) housing a zoo of pathologically inane geniuses, all focused (or not) in one way or another on the message from Ratner’s Star.What is Ratner’s Star?B: The title of a novel by Don DeLillo. A: In the metalanguage perhaps; but in the language of the novel itself?B: It is either a star, a binary star system or a mohole. What’s a mohole?A: In the words of Mr. Bolin, “What we’re really doing is imposing our own conceptual limitations on a subject that defies inclusion within the borders of our present knowledge. We’re talking around it. We’re making sounds to comfort ourselves. We’re trying to peel the skin off a rock. But this, acording to Mainwaring quoting Mohole, is simply what we do to keep from going mad.”If you intend to read Don DeLillo’s book entitled Ratner’s Star, prepare for a quick descent into ___ oh that’s what that something else was ___ madness.What should you prepare for?B: A quick descent into madness.A: No. You should prepare to recognize the subject from the negative space of all the talk around it.B: Keep believing it.


While everyone else at the beach had their noses in Twilight fan fiction, I was reading this.I don't know if this deserves 2 stars or 3. Parts of it are better than others. I love many of DeLillo's novels, and enjoyed much of this one too, but there were definitely parts that I read just to get through them.It's a story about a 14-year-old mathematical prodigy who's pulled into a project to decode a message received from space. Like other works by the author, Ratner's Star has some great dialogue and some very odd (and oddly self-aware) characters. And this one has a bunch of theoretical math in it too, which was quite fascinating (and not a common element in most fiction I've read). One of the things that I like about DeLillo is that his stories and characters are always a bit out there. Perhaps in this story they're a little too much so for my taste at times.I'm glad I read it, but I don't know if I'd recommend it to others who don't already love his work.


Math is the perfect language for calculating life and this world. As for living it and living in it...


This is a load of bat guano.“His most spectacularly inventive novel” according to the New York Times. This I fear wasn’t really to my taste at all. I like plot and there wasn’t much plot here to like.The book is in two parts: “Adventures” and “Reflections”, it is set in a near future where the protagonist, Billy Twerlliger, is an underdevelopped teenager who is a maths prodigy, he has won a new Nobel Prize for Mathematics.Mathematics and fiction, what could go wrong…?Billy is called, somewhat reluctantly, to a remote laboratory (named Field Experiment Number One) to decipher a string of code believed to have come from a newly discovered planet orbiting Ratner’s Star. The code consists of fourteen pulses, a gap, twenty eight pulses, a gap and fifty seven pulses. Nobel laureates from across the World have been drawn to the laboratory to decipher the code. Some of those working on the code go crazy, one called Endor ends up in a hole eating larvae and other creepy crawlies he finds in the ground. Much is made of base sixty, could the signal be just a reference to the time (fifty seven seconds past 14.28)?Billy is rather detached from the events and reminds me of another Billy, Billy Pilgrim from Slaughterhouse Five.The second half of the book, judders with different monologues, some interesting others not.A sample of the text:“Coming towards him was a woman wheeling a small carriage. She wore a long crystal-pleated sepia dress and was almost unendurably lovely, her face uncovered from some lost medallion, an ancient oval coin dug up and rubbed alive.”Some parts are interesting like when one of the scientists, Maurice Wu, is crawling in a bat cave and his light goes out and he tries to remain calm despite the fear engulfing him.Taste differs, I much prefer the Rolling Stones to The Beatles. Someone with a taste for postmodernism might love this novel, but it leaves me cold and unwilling to seek out any further works of Don DeLillo.

David Contreras

Man, woman or child:Do not be alarmed. Ratner’s Star is complete bullshit. Your assessment within the first few pages will prove to be correct. This is a powerful study on the the excesses, the triumphs and failures of the human mind. Bruce Allen from the Chicago Tribune sums it up best. Ratner’s Star is a prodigious satire on those pioneers who journey beyond the frontiers of knowledge and end up more ignorant than they were when they set forth.Billy, our Nobel Prize winning mathematical genius, is but a mere pup catapulted into an arena of world renown crazies and fellow mathematicians on a scary hyper-genius level. A radio signal is captured from the outer reaches of space (presumed to be shot off from or around Ratner’s Star, which may or may not be binary, which may or may not even be real). Billy's impossible role is to decode the message itself among other mental hybrids. What we know about Billy, what we need to know, is that Billy is essentially a non-character just like every other person or thing he meets in the story; he didn't speak out loud until he was three years old, etc. doesn’t matter in the end. Billy is an outsider, and takes over as a proxy for the reader's inquisitive mind. And what he witnesses on every page is fevered with eccentrics that blur the line between genius and insanity. They are contained and straight-jacketed by their own ploys to outdo one another; is it no wonder that the title of the book is in the possessive case? Mathematics made sense, bi-level coding, the mysteries of the Space Brain, Field Experiment Number One, the strange elusive semblance of the self when staring up at the mirroring black sky. This is the lost chapter of Infinite Jest written two decades before Infinite Jest with all the hilarity and absurdity, all of its special effects and technical wizardry kept intact. “Consider the fact that, relative to their respective diameters, the average distance between stars is roughly the same as the average distance between atomic particles in interstellar space. Is this mere ‘coincidence’?” One of many questions not offered to us as a challenge, but as a matter of reverence to the very real existing unknown out there. Even our current powers of scientific deduction will look at such a profound question with another question; every answer once began as a theory inside someone's head; everything is susceptible to a transformation, whether remarkable or deranged; ”Why sad?” Bill said. “The birth of a baby equals the death of a fetus. This experience recreates itself throughout our lives.” Billy asks a relatively mundane question like where the bathroom is, and is given a two page expose on seemingly unrelated topics, breaking news hits that Ratner’s Star is in fact a binary star, oh, wait, it isn't, then several paragraphs later the mutant responds, “Upstairs and to the left.” Little Billy Twillig stepped aboard a Sony 747 bound for a distant land. This much is known for certain are the opening lines to the book. DeLillo does his part keeping us in the know that we’re under the derangement of bullshit. Even when there is no resounding purpose other than to bludgeon you over the head with the fact that what you’re reading is characterless and pointless. This is the slick meditation of a mathematical know-it-all recounting Pi just to show you that he can. The book as a whole does not exist. Readers decide if it has to. But "We’re talking around it. We’re making sounds to comfort ourselves. We’re trying to peel skin off a rock. But this, according to Mainwaring, quoting Mohole, is simply what we do to keep from going mad.”Just when the book becomes fascinating, when we delve deeper into the mystery of the message sent to them from space, a character goes on a psycho babble rampage, and they dismiss the importance of said mystery outright. They're right, though. There exists no mystery in plot here. You are to be entertained by the wild imaginative things people say and then move on. The Post-Modern jibber-jabber exists to tell you that the Post-Modern jibber-jabber exists. Its purpose is to enlighten you on how to unravel your very own ego via a Socratic mantra. The important thing is the language, not the machine. In this way, DeLillo has created a means of bombarding you with so much bullshit, it elevates you to a level of understanding with our own destructive genius. "Our knowledge of the world. The world itself. Each, the other and both. They’re one and the same, after all. It’s been said that philosophy teaches us to talk with an appearance of truth about all things and to make ourselves admired by the less learned. There’s one branch of philosophy this definition doesn’t cover. Bi-Levelism. Bi-Levelism teaches us to talk with an appearance of truth and falsity about all things to make ourselves admired by the more learned.”The secret task of logic may be the rediscovery of play. There’s no doubt that DeLillo is a genius. He’s a threat to the general popcorn-munching Pepsi-guzzling populace. Often times Ratner's Star jumps around incoherently just to show us the inevitable failure within us all. And because of this, if Ratner’s Star wasn’t continuously jarring in its cold brilliance, it would have easily gotten one regular old nameless star. "Alternate physics, if it teaches us anything,” Speidell said, “it teaches us that once you go across the line, once you’re over the line and left without your classical sources, your rational explanations, the whole of your scientific ethos, once this happens you have to pause. You have to pause as we may have to pause someday in the future. You’re over the line, sure, but that doesn’t mean you have to keep going or hurl yourself into the uncharted void. This is nonsense. You pause. You reflect.DeLillo leaves the reflecting up to the reader. But just as the Mainwaring whispered: ”Things are interesting up to a point. Then they aren’t interesting anymore.” The inevitable screw loose in our perfected armor, DeLillo proposes that we are the smartest creatures in the universe, that is, until we meet someone or something that is smarter. He also proposes, at least to me, that we have no evidence to deny the fact that a rainbow-colored space whale lives in the center of the universe. Where he fails, though, is that he prematurely assumes that our patience is ready for this haul of bullshit and hilarity and profundity as well. (view spoiler)[As to the mystery of the space message? If you actually reach the end of the book, it's assumed that it was sent from Earth many millions (?) of years ago. If so, this is probably the most eye-opening part of the book, because would not then Billy and his freak show friends be the future of ourselves? Could it be that the people who sent that message out into space was us to begin with, as in you and I? If so, doesn't Ratner's Star, the book, its language, actually become the code or cipher itself? Are we all internalizing DeLillo's words and propelling them out into space? Is the rainbow-colored space whale that sits and waits in the center of the universe just hungry for our interpretations and inner reflections? Is there an even greater kind of intelligence that thrives on chaos and seemingly random ideas? 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