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A review by bittersweet_symphony
Consider the Lobster and Other Essays by David Foster Wallace
4.0
If only it didn't take me several months from the day I started this book to finish it!
David Foster Wallace is a unique, and rarely trustworthy voice. His commentary is human and not entirely void of bias--thankfully--but he is a person whose perspective I would rely on for any topic or issue save quantum physics or improving upon my intimate hygiene routine. He treats every viewpoint with unreal fairness and kindness, all the while challenging them in the most pointed way.
I wish his essays remained fresh in my mind, but most of his insights have left me.
DFW was doing something all his own, processing the world and connecting things in the most unusual manner. He made the most mundane and banal (note: I have never read anybody who has used this word more than DFW) subjects as vehicles for talking about the most profound questions we wrestle with--or, should wrestle with.
I look forward to reading more of his writings, and every time I do, I will quietly scream against the cosmos for allowing his voice to go silent. Another tormented sage taken too soon. If you haven't read DFW, do it now. Right now. I will never read, write, or think the same again. Near the end of his life he voiced his constant fear that the world would realize he was a fraud or impostor, that he wasn't the genius they claimed he was. He is the least of us who should be troubled by this. He is the real deal.
David Foster Wallace is a unique, and rarely trustworthy voice. His commentary is human and not entirely void of bias--thankfully--but he is a person whose perspective I would rely on for any topic or issue save quantum physics or improving upon my intimate hygiene routine. He treats every viewpoint with unreal fairness and kindness, all the while challenging them in the most pointed way.
I wish his essays remained fresh in my mind, but most of his insights have left me.
DFW was doing something all his own, processing the world and connecting things in the most unusual manner. He made the most mundane and banal (note: I have never read anybody who has used this word more than DFW) subjects as vehicles for talking about the most profound questions we wrestle with--or, should wrestle with.
I look forward to reading more of his writings, and every time I do, I will quietly scream against the cosmos for allowing his voice to go silent. Another tormented sage taken too soon. If you haven't read DFW, do it now. Right now. I will never read, write, or think the same again. Near the end of his life he voiced his constant fear that the world would realize he was a fraud or impostor, that he wasn't the genius they claimed he was. He is the least of us who should be troubled by this. He is the real deal.