A review by ryanquinn
Both Flesh and Not: Essays by David Foster Wallace

3.0

I treasure every word DFW wrote before his passing, but several of these pieces are either too niche to fit into an essay collection, reliant on having read the work being reviewed, unrefined in their ideas, or simply not meant for the public to read (e.g. the definitions). It comes together as a posthumous collection assembled for the sole purpose of satisfying completionists (of which I know I'm one); but without an overwhelming literary merit of its own.