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.