I made this for you!

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Can we talk about David Foster Wallace? Because I am reading one of his books – not Infinite Jest, oddly – for the first time ever, and have SO MANY THOUGHTS. The first thought is that he is so much younger than I expected him to be, based on the level of respect he seems to command. The second is that…I don’t get it. I probably started in the wrong space, reading some out-of-date (and overlong) essays instead of the work he’s best known for, and also without knowing anything about the PERSON. Am I supposed to like him as a person (not sure that I do, based on his condescending musings about his hometown…though they also expose my OWN condescending musings of which I’m not proud) or to admire his intellect (he’s almost managed to describe David Lynch films in a way that makes them palatable to me…or at least worth a second look, though I’m fairly confident that I’ll regret going back (and I could start another sidebar rant about David Lynch, but I’ll spare you)) or what? Could there be a slight undertone of self-loathing in all his writing that, as an empathetic reader, I’m susceptible to and pushing back against? OMG WHY IS READING SO MUCH WORK?!

Rant over. For now – there will be a book review coming in the future. Until then, read this?

Where We Left The Octopus – Don’t try to skip to the end, like I did. You have to read the whole thing. This guy writes mundane-seeming stories injected with profound observations.

Some great life advice from Elisabeth Elliot – Do The Next Thing

Measuring the Universe – this is such a cool interactive art installation

Does anyone else feel like the Traveling Pants girls are all winning at life? There has been a slew of happy announcements for them lately, and always casually mentioning how tight they still are. What if they were working on a(nother) sequel?

I’m linking two sets of wedding photos this week – who am I? But check out this canoe elopement. (I want to make myself a dress like that.)

It Will Be Sunny One Day – a great reminder, this season (Thanks, Andrea.)

America’s Slippery Slope into Britishisms. I bet you’re guilty of at least one of them.

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2 thoughts on “I made this for you!

  1. DFW was a complicated man with emotional challenges, but his writing was transformative: in an era of stark minimalism, he brought more details than one could ever want and questioned the staus quo in fiction. Yes, you are meant to wonder. I first read a collection of short stories (Brief Interviews with Hideous Men) at the time of publication and I loved it. I’m not sure how it reads now, though.

    Here’s a nice profile of DFW at the time of his death in 2008. http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/03/09/090309fa_fact_max

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