And speaking of the Kenyon Review, they recently put an early (1966) DeLillo story on their website.
The story is called "Coming Sun. Mon. Tues" and it's one paragraph and there's a kind of manic energy to it that I really like.
Here's a sample:
"The boy runs from one end of Chicago to the other. Then he looks for a job
to get the money for the abortion. He is interviewed by a series of tall men
with elegant fingers and they all tell him that they’ll let him know if
anything turns up. He insults one of the men, an old school chum of his
father’s who is the president of a management consultant firm and cannot
understand why the boy did not finish college. The boy insults him beautifully.
The man is so out of it that he is not even sure he has been insulted. Then the
boy and girl go to a store in San Francisco or Toronto or Liverpool.
They steal some groceries. They leave the store laughing with the groceries
under their heavy sweaters. Then the boy stops at a flower stand and steals a
flower for the girl. Then they go home and she cries. Then they go to a party.
Everybody at the party is a phony except for one guy who’s a West Indian or an
American Negro or a French Canadian. This guy tells them that they don’t know
the first thing about being bitter. They have no right to be bitter. He tells
them a thing or two about life and death. Everybody else is doing the freddy
and this guy is telling them about real suffering, real pain. Telling it like
it is. Then he rolls up his sleeve and shows them how he was wounded in Vietnam or Mississippi. Meanwhile everybody is doing
the freddy and talking about Andy Warhol or the Animals. The boy and girl go
And here's where you can read the entire story (it's fairly short).