tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post7046770706161913680..comments2024-01-06T05:34:00.027-06:00Comments on Blog Meridian: David Foster WallaceJohn B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358811061653958120noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-48527865541354158642008-09-30T20:10:00.000-05:002008-09-30T20:10:00.000-05:00Me, too, Karí.I was talking with the Mrs. about th...Me, too, Karí.<BR/><BR/>I was talking with the Mrs. about that feeling; it has to do with his youth and his writing as, to borrow Frost's phrase about poetry, a momentary stay against confusion that, for Wallace, just wasn't enough in the end. His depression was just too strong.John B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06358811061653958120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-57740568372451027202008-09-27T16:50:00.000-05:002008-09-27T16:50:00.000-05:00I have been seriously bummed about this for weeks ...I have been seriously bummed about this for weeks now.Kárihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06000804601372463795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-43924995252571382242008-09-24T23:32:00.000-05:002008-09-24T23:32:00.000-05:00I remember reading "Everything Is Green," in Harpe...I remember reading "Everything Is Green," in <I>Harpers,</I>, long ago. When I heard, I remembered that I had sold off my hard bound first edition of <I> Girl with the Curious Hair</I> when I moved; when I heard the news, I went into the study I have now, and stared at the place where it would have been, as if to confirm that he was really gone. I wish I could say <I>unfathomable</I>, but suicideCordeliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06815187015516177232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-81471197641431069452008-09-14T13:34:00.000-05:002008-09-14T13:34:00.000-05:00Doc,You put your finger on something that I'd neve...Doc,<BR/>You put your finger on something that I'd never quite been able to articulate about the experience of reading Wallace: the sense that he's not so much writing as <I>talking</I> to you. That conversational feel explains why, for me, what others see as his loquaciousness never bothered me. Reading him feels like listening to a really smart friend who doesn't make me feel dumb, despite John B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06358811061653958120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-26635189177352498552008-09-14T13:03:00.000-05:002008-09-14T13:03:00.000-05:00I was e-mailing an e-friend this morning about thi...I was e-mailing an e-friend this morning about this: he said that before <I>Infinite Jest</I> the essay <I>E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction</I> had turned his world around. I agree.<BR/><BR/>Saw Wallace at the Naropa Institute several years ago give an extemporaneous talk that started in the lobby with a handful of people and naturally gravitated, without word or query, to the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com