>it's good because it has a lot of pages!
It's good because it has a lot of pages!
Caleb Martinez
Kayden Bennett
no, it's the name of the author
there are plenty of big books no one would bother with
Parker Jackson
and how did the name of the author earn this prestige?
Samuel Price
What do you mean the renowned American Author David Foster Wallace has killed himself on September 12th, 2008?! No way! Who could've guessed it? He had it all! He wrote a masterpiece. He had money and fame! He had access to tight undergrad pussy for the rest of his life! He was beloved by academics and common folk alike! What didn't this man have?! Oh well, what he didn't really have, was sincerity. He was never a writer. He only pursued it so that he could become the wacky bandana man. And he did. There goes him with his tight jeans, white bandana, bronze complexion and thin round glasses! Wacky man! But oh no! Instead of his usual routine of getting back home and turning on the TV for a fresh rewatch of America's great existentialist TV show Seinfeld, instead, he takes a turn towards his living room, searching for something, a page maybe? Whatever he could find so he could utter his last words. But he didn't write anything... Why? No, no, what do you mean a writer doesn't have anything to say moments before his death? What?! Yes, the truth is that he had nothing to say. His life already said enough. The man was a farce, a phony, a fake. his suicide wasn't a sincere act, but rather, the full expression of a not virtuous life, for suicide is the last attempt at becoming honest. But as he must've learned, this act, too, is a farce. For life doesn't end on earth, but rather, continues well into eternity, into fire, into damnation, and if there is a hell (there must be a hell), David Foster Wallace is there, among the garbage and the flies, and the flames, burning, screaming, screeching, reminiscing about the pathetic works he wrote, his bad life decisions, his missed opportunities, but most importantly, his lack of sincerity. He tried to live life as if he was a post modern character, a depressed genius who tries to transcend it all with literature, but ultimately fails. And he lived that perfectly. But all he got was eternal burning in hell.
Liam Russell
Harold Bloom went off the rails on this one
Bentley Hughes
>it's bad because i'm an adhd faggot who can't concentrate on real literaure!
Aiden Johnson
but seriously is it good?
Jason Thompson
It sounds great
Elijah Ward
No, period piece
Landon James
>period piece
wtf... I mean, as much as anything is...
It's fun OP, but if you are a very "literal" reader and aren't open to some of his weird quirks you probably won't like it.
It's like Pynchon-lite.