Three Books About Books By Bookish Lads
on ian flemming, jackie kerouac, karlo knausgaard
Tag: Infinite Jest
The Pale King by David Foster Wallace
hide the dfw; notes on craft & posthumous novels
Every Love Story Is A Ghost Story by D. T. Max
David Foster Wallace was a prick.
Consider the Lobster And Other Essays by David Foster Wallace
David bloody Foster bloody Wallace…
Preacher: Book Two by Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
I read the first volume of Preacher about a year ago, and really enjoyed its brash ridiculousness. This second volumeContinue Reading
Oblivion: Stories by David Foster Wallace
After reading his Infinite Jest last Summer, I’ve been consistently disappointed by the further fiction I’ve perused by the postmodernContinue Reading
A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again by David Foster Wallace
As I’ve mentioned on here many, many, many, many, many times, Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace* is one of theContinue Reading
Girl With Curious Hair by David Foster Wallace
Having managed to twist two of the last three reviews I posted on here into David Foster Wallace hagiographies, IContinue Reading
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz
Someone told me about eighteen months ago that I should be careful. That when people pass the mid-point of theirContinue Reading
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch is huge. It is a massive, time-consuming tome that, though it is fun and exciting and gripping,Continue Reading
The Broom of the System by David Foster Wallace
I’m exhausted. I’m tired. And the fucking Christmas party season still isn’t over yet. Accompanying my frantic essay work, rampantContinue Reading
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
Wow. Fuck a diddle wank, David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest (1996) is a full blown literary compendium of joy. Deeply philosophical,Continue Reading
Don’t Marrakech, Fuck Me: The Beautiful South of Morocco (And Modern Moroccans on a Train!)
Now, being pedantic w/r/t* geography, Marrakech is in CENTRAL Morocco. But it’s further south of everywhere bar the desert IContinue Reading
Of Mutability, Sad and Sand: Me Reading Jo Shapcott in the Sahara Desert as I Really Start To Feel The Loss Of The Anti-Depressants
I’m pretty certain, as I write this on the minibus back to Marrakech, that I have sand inside my anus.Continue Reading
A Rubbish Couple of Days
Over the last few days I have made a series of unforgivable travel booboos. Yesterday I nearly gave myself heatstroke,Continue Reading
Exploring Fes, Grappling With John Ashbery’s Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror
I’ve tried recreation, Reading until late at night, train rides And romance. from ‘Worsening Situation’ by John Ashbery As IContinue Reading
On the Future of This Blog
Right. I am finally taking my own titular advice to heart and heading off for a little bit of living.Continue Reading
Triumph Of The Now 