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A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again

David Foster Wallace


9780349110011

Abacus


Society & Social Sciences;
Humour


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368 pages

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A collection of insightful and uproariously funny non-fiction by the bestselling author of INFINITE JEST - one of the most acclaimed and adventurous writers of our time. A SUPPOSEDLY FUN THING... brings together Wallace's musings on a wide range of topics, from his early days as a nationally ranked tennis player to his trip on a commercial cruiseliner. In each of these essays, Wallace's observations are as keen as they are funny. Filled with hilarious details and invigorating analyses, these essays brilliantly expose the fault line in American culture - and once again reveal David Foster Wallace's extraordinary talent and gargantuan intellect.

By:   David Foster Wallace
Imprint:   Abacus
Country of Publication:   United Kingdom
Dimensions:   Height: 198mm,  Width: 153mm,  Spine: 25mm
Weight:   292g
ISBN:   9780349110011
ISBN 10:   0349110018
Pages:   368
Publication Date:   April 1998
Audience:   General/trade ,  ELT Advanced
Format:   Paperback
Publisher's Status:   Active

Author Website:   www.davidfosterwallace.com

David Foster Wallace is the author of the 'cult classic' novels THE BROOM OF THE SYSTEM and INFINITE JEST as well as several volumes of essays and stories. He died in 2008.


This collection of essays by hot novelist Wallace (Infinite Jest, 1996, etc.) is sometimes tiresome but often truly rewarding. Wallace is a fine prose stylist of the post-Beat school. His long sentences overflow with prepositional phrases; commas are scarce. At his best - which is to say, about half the time here - Wallace writes with an intensity that transforms rambling reportage into a sui generis mode of weird philosophizing. He makes deft use of footnotes to pile up insights beneath the flow of his main line of thought. Especially brilliant is the collection's opening essay, in which Wallace looks back on his childhood experiences as a midwestern junior tennis star through the lens of his collegiate obsession with mathematics. The tennis world, treated at length in Infinite Jest, resurfaces in a sensitive profile of rising American player Michael Joyce. Otherwise, Wallace's best work comes in two pieces that originally appeared in Harper's: a ferocious investigative report on the culture of luxury cruises, and the record of another carnival voyage, this one a trip to the Illinois State Fair. A book review competently discusses literary-theoretical debates over the death-of-the-author thesis. Elsewhere in the volume, Wallace takes determined dives into banality. A more judicious, albeit less focused, effort finds Wallace on the set with filmmaker David Lynch, whom he presents as a contemporary artistic hero. A sprawling meditation on televison and contemporary fiction lays out many intriguing theories, but its main point, that TV irony snares rather than liberates viewers, doesn't make news. At his best, the exuberant Wallace amazes with his Taoistic ability to control via noncontrol. But - to continue quoting from his opening tour-de-force, Derivative Sport in Tornado Alley - eschewing discipline exacts a price: Force without law has no shape, only tendency and duration. (Kirkus Reviews)

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