…and the reading was outdoors, in a park, during the day, bright and sunny, people sitting on the grass and waiting for DeLillo to arrive.
Suddenly he was there. The reading was for a book that hasn’t been published. The book was a long one (not like his recent short novels). It had a colorful cover (yellow, black, red).
DeLillo said he needed a podium or stand or something. I offered the cardboard box I was sitting on. (Why was I sitting on a cardboard box? Good question. Dreams, you know.)
He sat down and placed the book on the cardboard box and started to read and everyone listened.