somehow i keep forgetting how much i adore the prose of david foster wallace.   i recently picked up ‘consider the lobster’ and am falling back in love with his self-aware, dry, descriptive prose.  his vocabulary is beautiful.  i’m in awe.  i am a voracious reader and somewhat studious (40-70 books per year, mostly literary heavyweights or solid nonfiction) and dude left me in the dust.  seriously.  sometimes they are words i haven’t come across, and must look up, but sometimes they are words i’m sure i should know but don’t, yet (example: synecdoche).  maybe that sounds pretentious or unreadable, but i swear, it’s graceful and intense and perfect.

really–you should just read something by dfw.  then come back here, chat with me, and we can get all book-club & talk this shit out.