I miss David Foster Wallace
I’m re-reading all of the David Foster Wallace novels and essays in tribute to an amazing writer and critic who succomed to depression this fall. All except Infinite Jest. IJ is a mighty, crazy, challenging work that I’m thrilled I read, but like reading Ulysses, once was enough. I needed to trust Wallace that IJ wasn’t just a bunch of post modern techinques without substance, and he delivered a tremenous reading experience. If you don’t want to tackle IJ, go with Oblivion: stories. I know when Haruki Murakami dies, I’m going to completely fall apart.
December 29th, 2008 at 8:19 pm
I just requested oblivion from the library… I’ll let you know how it goes!