September 13, 2008

Holy Shit

This was not what I expected to see as I was heading to bed on Saturday night: David Foster Wallace may you rest in peace. I still haven’t read Infinite Jest.

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  1. Mary Jeys on September 14th, 2008 at 1:37 am

    whoa. harshing my buzz. I started, but haven’t finished Infinite Jest

  2. Kári on September 14th, 2008 at 1:45 am

    I know, I can’t quite believe it.

    I, for one, have read Infinite Jest. I was hoping to read more of the same.

    A real waste, to be sure.

  3. Michael Dougan on September 14th, 2008 at 4:21 am

    We eat, sleep
    and excrete,
    then all we have left to do
    is die.

    It is the nature of our world, though I could think of better way’s of ending it all.

  4. Amanda Mae Meyncke on September 14th, 2008 at 3:34 pm

    I have Infinite Jest in my bedside end table along with fifteen other books to read but Murakami’s TAKING SO LONG, and then Katherine Anne Porter is clamouring to be finished and there’s only so much Pale Horse Pale Rider in this girl.

  5. Sheila Ryan on September 14th, 2008 at 3:43 pm

    I am strangely relieved to learn that there is only so much Pale Horse, Pale Rider in you, Amanda Mae, and I’m not even altogether certain what I mean by that.

  6. Cindy Scroggins on September 14th, 2008 at 3:49 pm

    Amanda Mae and Sheila, my mother looked, in her 20s and 30s, pretty much exactly like Katherine Anne Porter.

    Carry on.

  7. Amanda Mae Meyncke on September 14th, 2008 at 4:05 pm

    Katherine Anne Porter had an Insane Life, marrying and divorcing so many men half her age. I do so love her casually elegant prose though, and if that’s what’s required to be a writer of her caliber, lead on. Though men half my age are currently 11, so maybe not.

  8. Sheila Ryan on September 14th, 2008 at 4:06 pm

    Dang.

  9. Amanda Mae Meyncke on September 14th, 2008 at 4:15 pm

    I know, riiiigh’?

  10. Sheila Ryan on September 14th, 2008 at 4:29 pm

    Well, what happens, you may well discover, is that as the years pass, the gap narrows.

  11. Amanda Mae Meyncke on September 14th, 2008 at 4:38 pm

    I don’t know if that’s true. When I am 66, they will be 33. That seems to denote some sort of larger gap. But, ahh, I think you may be speaking of a different level.

  12. Sheila Ryan on September 14th, 2008 at 4:42 pm

    Mmm, yeah. I wasn’t thinking literally half my age. In fact, I have a pretty rough time thinking literally at all, so you can pretty much take that as a given.

  13. Brandon Hobson on September 14th, 2008 at 8:39 pm

    I have a letter from DFW from 1993. I had written him a fan letter back then, and he responded with a nice reply. At the time I was working at a bookstore, B. Dalton’s, in a mall, and I must’ve mentioned this in the letter because in his letter he replied, “I could never work in a mall. Just being in one makes me feel like killing myself.” I’m very sad at the loss.

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