My Own Private Book Club
Not as good as a book - it makes a very poor doorstop.
Monday, September 15, 2008
His Head Pounded Like a Heart
David Foster Wallace, who wrote like that leaping and frolicking veldt-creature, is missed already. His best work handed American fiction its pampered ass.
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