Mitch Albom Is Detroit Sports
“No cursed bounce or haunted ricochet,” Mitch Albom wrote in today’s Detroit Free Press, about half way down the article, on the Red Wings’ loss last night.
Consider the Lobster & Other Essays by David Foster Wallace
I started planning this blog when I was reading this book. Because I vacillated so much, if not with every page, then certainly with every essay, between liking and despising DFW, I cooked up all sorts of things to say about him. How Gen X he is, with his Eddie Vedder hair, what a holier-than-thou-smarter-than-you-and-there’s-nothing-you-can-ever-even-do-about-it type guy he is, how what he really needs is a good editor to pare down his shit and get rid of some of those footnotes, but how if I were a single woman, would I fuck him? Well, yeah, O.K., probably. But then when I was about halfway through the book, I found out he killed himself last year. And I was like, well, fuck, I can’t say those things now.
