The school smelled of adhesive paste, rubber boots, sour cafeteria food, and a warm biotic odor of many bodies and the fixative of the tile floor as three hundred mammals slowly warmed the rooms throughout the day. 147 more words
Tags » The Pale King
David Foster Wallace once said “fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human being”, some understanding I came closer to whilst reading Infinite Jest. 486 more words
Feels very unfinished. Plays with some interesting ideas – exploring the nature of boredom, super powers, psychical shenanigans. But nothing is built properly, nothing resolved. And not as a stylistic choice – despite the editor’s/collator’s insistence to the contrary. 1,890 more words
This was boredom beyond any boredom he’d ever felt. This made the routing desk at UPS look like a day at Six Flags.
Tackling a David Foster Wallace novel is like sitting in the middle of Times Square observing the the minutia of all the activity while simultaneously watching an episode of Seinfeld and feeling like a part of a Don Delillo novel.1,103 more words