That’s my reaction to Don DiLillo's Underworld, and unfortunately it’s not good. About 100 pages into the novel the slowly building realization finally hits home: I’ve read this before.
It’s true. Maybe 12 or more years ago, I read this novel and do not remember the slightest character, plot, image, scene, or dialogue. Only when I reread certain sections do I begin to admit “Oh yeah, this sounds vaguely familiar.”
What a sad commentary to read a book and remember nothing. Is that a reflection of the book or of me?