The older I get the more I truly believe ignorance is bliss, especially if you’re the type to put heroes on a pedestal. I am that type and while the crumbling of the pedestal is…
Posts tagged David Foster Wallace
A short list of current obsessions
[circle_list] Saying “Ugh.Barf!” about everything that annoys me in any way. The Amanda Palmer/$1.2 million on Kickstarter and yet mysteriously unable to pay musicians kerfuffle. The first two ‘issues’ of Literary Tiger Beat featuring dreamy…
The bright, shiny penny & David Foster Wallace
Thursday I had the pleasure and honor to be interviewed by a delightful young woman from the UofM for the English Major’s blog. Or something like that. I can’t exactly remember what the focus of…
Tiger Beat: The Dead Author Special Issue
There is no way for me to adequately review David Lipsky’s erm, book-length interview? biography? of David Foster Wallace, Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself. Why? Because I approached the book like it…
One thing about the last night of class
I only mentioned David Foster Wallace once. Seriously. Hanging out with The Teacher and four other writers at Grumpy’s and he only came up once. Granted that once was a five-minute mini-lecture delivered in breathless…
Annoying everyone with my love
So I’m in love. The pathetic kind of love where you pounce on every opportunity to spout about your lover. It’s the kind of love where even if talking about him doesn’t quite fit into…
Well, we have that in common & a fondness for lugubrious
I am in love with Slate’s list of words David Foster Wallace circled in his dictionary. Circling words would be something I’d do if I still used an old fashioned dictionary. I have a lovely,…
In the shadow of no David Foster Wallace
Yesterday I did something I haven’t done in a very long time, nothing. It was glorious, well mostly glorious. Sometimes I had to do battle with the voices in my head that said, “hey, you…
What fiction ought to be
“He and Franzen talked a lot about what writing should be for. “We had this feeling that fiction ought to be good for something,” Franzen says. “Basically, we decided it was to combat loneliness.” This…
Keep passing the open windows, RIP David Foster Wallace
In John Irving’s novel The Hotel New Hampshire, Lily, the writer, kills herself by jumping out of a window. After her death, the members of her family consistently remind each other to “keep passing the…