Caleb Brooks' piece for Not Mad earlier this week is worth a read, David Foster Wallace, "The End of the Tour", and the Thoughtful Labor of the Wordsmith:
[...]So when I left the theatre that night I did the only thing I knew to do: walk back across the college by the light of a moon that was almost super to the dorm room that was my temporary home and dig out my travel-worn Kindle. I hopped back and forth from Although Of Course You Ended Up Becoming Yourself and Infinite Jest for the next few hours, from the peeling-tape hum of the frozen Illinois interstate captured by voice recorder to the antics of Lenz terrorizing the cat populations around Ennet House. What a pleasure it is to be invited into the deepest wrinkles of someone else’s mind, what a gift it is be reminded that we are really not alone.[...]
Continue reading, David Foster Wallace, "The End of the Tour", and the Thoughtful Labor of the Wordsmith.
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