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The Pale King
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Saturday, 05 March 2011 |
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I'm both excited and feeling trepidation about the release of The Pale King. But I think I'm a bit more hopeful than some others and I'll try to explore why I think this is below. WARNING: There are possible spoilers about The Pale King if you've been trying to avoid reading anything about it.
[Continue reading after the break by clicking read more below]
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Critical Analysis
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Sunday, 27 February 2011 |
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Update: From the review: [...] To get a handle on the modern experience of doubt, and to strengthen their claim that this is a serious problem, the authors turn to David Foster Wallace (“greatest writer of his generation”) and Elizabeth Gilbert (reigning “chick lit queen”). They chose these two for three principal reasons: - Both writers’ work has obviously resonated within the culture;
- Both have openly reckoned with the existential doubt Dreyfus and Kelly are concerned with; and
- Both claim to understand the writer’s task as showing the way out from our current entropic darkness to the light of a renewed sense of meaning.
On #3, it’s quite clear that in this task, Wallace, at least, failed spectacularly. The authors’ gambit though, is that we can learn something from the way that he failed. This is a risky line of inquiry, considering where it took “perhaps the greatest mind [of his generation] altogether.” A reader might reasonably ask themselves if they want to join the authors in this investigation. Why did I answer in the affirmative? Because of the humility and capacity for delight I mentioned above—wherever Wallace’s trail took him, Dreyfus survived. So where did Wallace take him? As the authors understand him, Wallace sees the problem as being not only that we don’t know how to live meaningful lives, but that we can’t even focus long enough to really grasp the question. We’re distracted by the specter of a happiness resulting from “perfect entertainment.” We’re drawn to pursue this happiness, but while we might recognize that the pursuit “eviscerates” us, the promise of perfection is impossible to resist. Sounds like the addict, no? Assuming he’s right, and we’re all hopelessly addicted to the pursuit of this perfect distraction, being eviscerated is a given, and is therefore what we have to learn to deal with. But what does this evisceration look like? Crippling anxiety from which the only refuge is a torturous boring world of senseless, relentless banality (boring especially in contrast to the imagined utopia of the perfect distraction). So how do we deal with the choice between crippling anxiety and tortuous boredom? [...]
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The Pale King
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Monday, 28 February 2011 |
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Update: @georgelazenby had a similar idea today! You can check out tracked changes of all the differences over at 454 W 23rd St New York, NY 10011—2157. Previously: With the publication of The Pale King excerpt 'Backbone' in the New Yorker I thought I'd go back to DFW's Lannan reading and look at some of the additions and/or changes. Substantial Additions: -An additional couple of paragraphs early on about Dr Kathy beginning "Thus was Dr. Kathy[...]". -A paragraph about the boy's treatment at school, "At his elementary school, where his behaviour was exemplary[...]". -A new paragraph about Bavarian mystic Therese Neumann (supporting the passage about the Bengali holy man which itself has been moved further along in the text from the Lannan reading) beginning, "Four separate licensed, bonded physicians[...]". -Two paragraphs about human pain, "Studies of human algesia[...]". -And a substantial section that makes up the final third of the piece about the boy's father, his maxims and his affairs. There are also numerous little additions and changes but a couple that stood out to me: Lannan: The boy’s smile, which appeared by now constant because of the circumlabial hypertrophy's effects on the circumoral musculature, looked unusual also—both rigid and overbroad, and somehow, in one Social Studies teacher's evaluative phrase, "age inappropriate." New Yorker: The boy’s smile, which appeared by now constant because of the effect of circumlabial hypertrophy on the circumoral musculature, looked unusual also—rigid and overbroad and seeming, in one custodian’s evaluative phrase, “like nothing in this round world.” and
Lannan: Nor was it ever established precisely why this boy decided to devote himself to the goal of being able to press his lips to every square inch of his own body. It is not clear even that he conceived of the objective as an achievement in the conventional sense. He did not read Ripley and had never heard of the McWhorters. Certainly it was no kind of stunt, nor any sort of self-evection; this is verified. The boy had no conscious wish to 'transcend' anything. If someone had asked him, the boy would have said only that he’d decided he wanted to press his lips to every last square micrometre of his own individual body. He would not have been able to say more than this. Conceits or conceptions of his own physical “inaccessibility” to himself (as we are all of us inaccessible to ourselves and can, for example, press our lips to parts of one another which we cannot begin even to approach, lip wise, on ourselves) or of the boy's complete determination apparently to pierce that veil of inaccessibility—to be in some idiosyncratic way self-contained and -sufficient, fully available to himself - these were beyond the range of his consciousness. He was only a child. New Yorker: Nor was it ever established precisely why this boy had devoted himself to the goal of being able to press his lips to every square inch of his own body. It is not clear even that he conceived of the goal as an “achievement” in any conventional sense. Unlike his father, he did not read Ripley and had never heard of the McWhirters—certainly it was no kind of stunt. Nor any sort of self-evection; this is verified—the boy had no conscious wish to “transcend” anything. If someone had asked him, the boy would have said only that he’d decided he wanted to press his lips to every last micrometre of his own individual body. He would not have been able to say more than this. Insights into or conceptions of his own physical “inaccessibility” to himself (as we are all of us self-inaccessible and can, for example, touch parts of one another in ways that we could not even dream of touching our own bodies) or of his complete determination, apparently, to pierce that veil of inaccessibility—to be, in some childish way, self-contained and -sufficient—these were beyond his conscious awareness. He was, after all, just a little boy.
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DFW Remembrance
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Monday, 28 February 2011 |
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Everything and More: A Tribute to David Foster Wallace with David Lipsky, Rick Moody, and Joanna Scott, moderated by Michael Silverblatt Wednesday March 16 2011 Tickets on sale Saturday February 5, 2011 An evening in celebration of the life and work of DAVID FOSTER WALLACE (1962-2008). Writers David Lipsky, Rick Moody, and Joanna Scott will read some of their favorite selections from Wallace's writings followed by an in depth discussion moderated by Michael Silverblatt, host of the radio interview program, Bookworm.
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The Pale King
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Friday, 25 February 2011 |
Update: The 'new' excerpt from The Pale King, is available over at the New Yorker website now and is (or has been) titled Backbone. Long time David Foster Wallace fans will be familiar with this story as one part of the Lannan Foundation readings (you can listen to DFW read a version of Backbone if you click through) [ previously]. It confirms that the reference to a bigger piece of work during these readings back in 2000 was most likely The Pale King. Previously:
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Critical Analysis
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Saturday, 19 February 2011 |
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Even amongst Wallace-fans, Oblivion is rarely spoken of with the same enthusiasm as the other short story collections, stories like the introductory Mister Squishy (which was published under a pseudonym in McSweeney's... who was Wallace trying to fool there?) seeming alienating with their jargon and page-long sentences. But what attracted me to these stories was the vulnerability beneath the sheen that these characters had. That they may speak in the jargon of advertisers and pretend to be these people and relish in pretending to be these people, but still remain terribly insecure and vulnerable and needy at heart. It's still my fave collection of short stories by DFW.
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The Pale King
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Monday, 14 February 2011 |
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Well worth a look, (I'm hoping this is the first of a few posts about the upcoming novel), Matt writes: The first excerpt of The Pale King appeared in the February 5, 2007 issue of the New Yorker under the title “Good People.” At the time, there was no indication that this was a novel excerpt and Wallace had not published anything in the New Yorker in a long time (since 1995, I believe, when a couple of Infinite Jest excerpts appeared). And it seemed a little odd. As a story it had a lot of things going on in terms of character, diction, and themes, but, to me at least, it seemed like a slightly new trajectory for Wallace after Oblivion. Continue reading...
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General Updates
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Thursday, 10 February 2011 |
I posted about the musical performance Sequitur: David Foster Wallace on twitter last week but forgot to post it here! It's on today/tomorrow, if you end up going you might like to let the readers here know what it was like. In a theatrical presentation of text in combination with music, Sequitur devotes their performance of Eric Moe's "Tri-Stan", featuring mezzo soprano Mary Nessinger, and Randall Woolf's "Everything is Green", with pre-recorded narration by Rinde Eckert, to the musical treatment of David Foster Wallace texts. UPDATE: Avi has posted a review over at The Daily Snowman.
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