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| ISBN: | 0316925284 (ISBN13: 9780316925280) |
| Edition Language: | English |
David Foster Wallace
Paperback | Pages: 353 pages Rating: 4.25 | 32391 Users | 2504 Reviews
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In this exuberantly praised book — a collection of seven pieces on subjects ranging from television to tennis, from the Illinois State Fair to the films of David Lynch, from postmodern literary theory to the supposed fun of traveling aboard a Caribbean luxury cruiseliner — David Foster Wallace brings to nonfiction the same curiosity, hilarity, and exhilarating verbal facility that has delighted readers of his fiction, including the bestselling Infinite Jest.
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| Title | : | A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments |
| Author | : | David Foster Wallace |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 353 pages |
| Published | : | February 2nd 1998 by Back Bay Books (first published February 12th 1997) |
| Categories | : | Nonfiction. Writing. Essays. Humor. Short Stories |
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Ratings: 4.25 From 32391 Users | 2504 ReviewsNotice Appertaining To Books A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments
I'm bewitched by this glorious magenta cover with yellow starfish and the peculiarly flattened and shaped white font. I don't know why it is, but whenever I purchase the British edition of a book, inevitably I aesthetically prefer its differing cover artwork, layout, colour scheme, blurb textthe whole canoodle is just presented to this set of timeworn eyes in a more attractive package than what is offered from North American publishing houses. Not to mention that they generally even smell betterOh David. I miss you with a plangency that belies the fact that I never met you, never would have. You were and are and will always be such a serious force in my life. I've read this two or three times, and a few weeks after DFW died I picked it up again, almost on a whim. I'd been having trouble finding something to sink my teeth intoI rejected Anna Kavan, William Vollmann, and Fellipe Alfau in short orderand I kind of pulled this book without thinking about the timing, refusing to consider
[image error]"a Kilroyishly surreal quality"...I fell for DFW in the footnotes.How was I to know? I don't read footnotes. When I edited a couple of books, I told the contributors, in draconian terms, that if the information wasn't important enough to include in their main text, delete the footnote; if it was, incorporate it into the main text. Wallace puts many of his best lines, and a lot of himself, in his footnotes. They form a sort of counter-essay, hunkering below and complicating the essay
My woefully late introduction to David Foster Wallace came earlier this year when I noshed greedily on The Broom of the System, which humbled and fascinated and tickled and impressed the ever-loving shit out of me to the point where I only gave it four stars because the guy wrote it when he was younger than I am now and I have it on good faith that his later works are even better. Reading this made me feel a lot of things -- the way it eased my unshakable sense of being lonely in a totally
David Foster Wallace is one awesomely smart guy. This is both his greatest strength and his potential Achilles heel as a writer. Personally, I will read anything this man writes, because I think he is a true genius with a rare sense of compassion, and a hilarious sense of humor. Even when his writing falls victim to its own cleverness, I still find it worthwhile - perhaps because one senses that the writer is a true mensch (not something I feel when being dazzled by the cleverness of a Dave
Goodness gracious. As much as I revere Wallaces fictionhis attempt to rescue American culture from the despairing morass of self-aware ironical knowingnesshis nonfiction is in another league. The sheer cinematic exuberance, the floating eye quality of these pieces is breathtaking and wonderful, bringing the reader as deep into each experience as is textually possible, and as close to Wallace as we can be on the page.His fiction has a surgical quality, much like J.G. Ballard or Will Self (whose
he picked up a book. he read the book. it was him all over. the best version of himself! and the worst. what is postmodernism, really? is it a way to understand the world, to define the world, to separate yourself from the world... when you are actually a part of that world? a part of the so-called problem? you want to put a layer between you and the world. you are so much apart from it, right? an unwilling participant in all of those repulsive patriarchal and terminally corny signs and
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