15
Apr
2009
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.
