Please read Elizabeth Lopatto's piece for The Kenyon Review, Come On, Pilgrim, it's amazing:[...]
The speech was engaging and earnest. It wasn’t, in Wallace’s words, “a wise old fish” lecturing to us. It was a snapshot of the uncertainties of adulthood, of Wallace trying to drive a final nail in the childhood notion that adults mysteriously somehow always know what to do. He was a compelling speaker, in addition, and every so often would say things like, “skipping some stuff, blah blah blah, you get the point.” I don’t know how to explain it except to say all of the people I talked to after the speech came away with the sense that he was one of us.
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