What went wrong?

The black billowing flag enveloped, jump or burn, the depression overwhelmed, he knew he would never be able to finish TPK let alone another novel which topped IJ, so die in sympathy, or live to disappoint, burning

Not sure if therapy ever worked, he was too stubborn and condescending, also just overly aware of their methods and si unable to play along dumbly

That’s sadly part of the problem - stuff like cognitive behavioral therapy is extremely effective in treating anxiety and depression when administered properly, but if you decide you’re not going to buy into it or decide that it can’t possibly help *you* etc. etc, it’s not going to work. Sounds harsh, but you have to want to get better, and deep down a lot of people...don’t.

What's with authors and depression?

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Irrelevant’ Chris Fogle turns a page. Howard Cardwell turns a page. Ken Wax turns a page. Matt Redgate turns a page. ‘Groovy’ Bruce Channing attaches a form to a file. Ann Williams turns a page. Anand Singh turns two pages at once by mistake and turns one back which makes a slightly different sound. David Cusk turns a page. Sandra Pounder turns a page. Robert Atkins turns two separate pages of two separate files at the same time. Ken Wax turns a page. Lane Dean Jr. turns a page. Olive Borden turns a page. Chris Acquistipace turns a page. David Cusk turns a page. Rosellen Brown turns a page. Matt Redgate turns a page. R. Jarvis Brown turns a page. Ann Williams sniffs slightly and turns a page. Meredith Rand does something to a cuticle. ‘Irrelevant’ Chris Fogle turns a page. Ken Wax turns a page. Howard Cardwell turns a page. Kenneth ‘Type of Thing’ Hindle detaches a Memo 402-C(1) from a file. ‘Second-Knuckle’ Bob McKenzie looks up briefly while turning a page. David Cusk turns a page. A yawn proceeds across one Chalk’s row by unconscious influence. Ryne Hobratschk turns a page. Latrice Theakston turns a page. Rotes Group Room 2 hushed and brightly lit, half a football field in length. Howard Cardwell shifts slightly in his chair and turns a page. Lane Dean Jr. traces his jaw’s outline with his ring finger.

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>Ed Shackleford turns a page. Elpidia Carter turns a page. Ken Wax attaches a Memo 20 to a file. Anand Singh turns a page. Jay Landauer and Ann Williams turn a page almost precisely in sync although they are in different rows and cannot see each other. Boris Kratz bobs with a slight Hassidic motion as he crosschecks a page with a column of figures. Ken Wax turns a page. Harriet Candelaria turns a page. Matt Redgate turns a page. Ambient room temperature 80° F. Sandra Pounder makes a minute adjustment to a file so that the page she is looking at is at a slightly different angle to her. ‘Irrelevant’ Chris Fogle turns a page. David Cusk turns a page. Each Tingle’s two-tiered hemisphere of boxes. ‘Groovy’ Bruce Channing turns a page. Ken Wax turns a page. Six wigglers per Chalk, four Chalks per Team, six Teams per group. Latrice Theakston turns a page. Olive Borden turns a page. Plus administration and support. Bob McKenzie turns a page. Anand Singh turns a page and then almost instantly turns another page. Ken Wax turns a page. Chris ‘The Maestro’ Acquistipace turns a page. David Cusk turns a page. Harriet Candelaria turns a page. Boris Kratz turns a page. Robert Atkins turns two separate pages. Anand Singh turns a page. R. Jarvis Brown uncrosses his legs and turns a page. Latrice Theakston turns a page. The slow squeak of the cart boy’s cart at the back of the room. Ken Wax places a file on top of the stack in the Cart-Out box to his upper right. Jay Landauer turns a page. Ryne Hobratschk turns a page and then folds over the page of a computer printout that’s lined up next to the original file he just turned a page of. Ken Wax turns a page. Bob Mc-Kenzie turns a page. Ellis Ross turns a page. Joe ‘The Bastard’ Biron-Maint turns a page. Ed Shackleford opens a drawer and takes a moment to select just the right paperclip. Olive Borden turns a page. Sandra Pounder turns a page. Matt Redgate turns a page and then almost instantly turns another page. Latrice Theakston turns a page. Paul Howe turns a page and then sniffs circumspectly at the green rubber sock on his pinkie’s tip. Olive Borden turns a page. Rosellen Brown turns a page. Ken Wax turns a page. Devils are actually angels. Elpidia Carter and Harriet Candelaria reach up to their Cart-In boxes at exactly the same time. R. Jarvis Brown turns a page. Ryne Hobratschk turns a page. ‘Type of Thing’ Ken Hindle looks up a routing code. Some with their chin in their hand. Robert Atkins turns a page even as he’s crosschecking something on that page. Ann Williams turns a page. Ed Shackleford searches a file for a supporting document. Joe Biron-Maint turns a page. Ken Wax turns a page.

His depression was biological, not psychological, medication is the only thing that works here. Somewhere there is an article where his sister (or some family member) goes into a fair amout of depth on the subject and everything he tried over the years. He knew the depression would come back once he get off the phenelzine, but he took the risk to try some of the new medications so he could be free of the side effects which controlled his life.

I’m not sure I buy that anyone’s depression is entirely biological. I tend to lean towards the teachings of Dr. Claire Weekes with this stuff, who I think had a better understanding of anxiety and depression as well as how to treat them better than any current doctor. The pills aren’t the answer to this stuff. What happens when the pills stop working? Well... :(

Regardless, it’s very sad Wallace took his own life. I wish he was still with us.

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So those people that end up with severe depression after a head injury are just really really sad that they got hit in the head? You are ignoring a large amount of fairly damning evidence. I hope you never have to deal with it or watch someone you care about go through it, it is not fun.

Why did you enjoy The Soul is Not a Smithy so much? I enjoyed it but have yet to been able to articulate why

Do you also happen to have any thoughts on Mr. Squishy?

Shit is hard

At what point did people start writing like this?

It's as though it's all meant to sound very impressive, like when you were 14 and you wrote a poem in imitation of somebody else and showed it to your mom and she thought you were a prodigy, and you felt pretty good about yourself for the rest of the day, and then started to unironically believe that you had actually written the greatest piece of poetry ever conceived, just under the span of an hour, and it's probably perfect so it doesn't need to be edited.

It's all very pseud but this style of writing seems to predominate on this board. Who's responsible for this shit?

adolescent Lane Dean and his talk with Sherri.

To be fair, is indeed really melodramatic. But actually
A.) fits in with the themes of the book
B.) is clearly not written in the same way as the rest of the book; and therefore
C.) creates a unique impact when taken in context that could hardly be made any other way

Yeah, DFW definitely suffers from trying to sound too clever or too poetic sometimes (if not many times). He’s still a sight better than many other modern writers when he’s at his best.

See this is the problem as soon as you start asking yourself "hmmm is this good prose or no, hmmmm it does flow quite nicely hmm yes and it isn't too verbose which is quite pleasant" you become a complete pseud