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  <title><![CDATA[A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments]]></title>
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  <default-description>David Foster Wallace made quite a splash in 1996 with his massive novel, &lt;I&gt;Infinite Jest.&lt;/I&gt; Now he's back with this collection of essays.  In addition to a razor-sharp writing style, Wallace has a mercurial mind that lights on many subjects. His seven essays travel from a state fair in Illinois to a cruise ship in the Caribbean, explore how television affects literature and what makes film auteur David Lynch tick, and deconstruct deconstructionism and find the intersection between tornadoes and tennis.
These eclectic interests are enhanced by an eye (and nose) for detail: &quot;I have seen sucrose beaches and water a very bright blue.  I have seen an all-red leisure suit with flared lapels. I have smelled what suntan lotion smells like spread over 21,000 pounds of hot flesh . . .&quot; It's evident that Wallace revels in both the life of the mind and the peculiarities of his fellows; in &lt;I&gt;A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again&lt;/I&gt; he celebrates both.</default-description>
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    <body><![CDATA[For some strange reason back in junior high school we were allowed a brief recess after lunch. The problem here is that there was very little to do during this recess. Here are the three activity choices that I remember:<br/><br/>1. Mill around on the concrete like inmates always do in &quot;the y...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/45553768">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[<strong>after:</strong> Oh for fuck's sake, I don't know what to say. Despite the below, it was really difficult for me to pick up this book, and then to really actually read it through, and not feel like a stupid bandwagon-jumper. I mean, the whole thing's just mind-blowingly sad. And it was really hard to not read...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/312578">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[David Foster Wallace is one awesomely smart guy. This is both his greatest strength and his potential Achilles heel as a writer. Personally, I will read anything this man writes, because I think he is a true genius with a rare sense of compassion, and a hilarious sense of humor. Even when his writin...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2753581">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[This collection of essays contains the two pieces that David Foster Wallace is probably best known for:  &quot;Getting Away from Already Being Pretty Much Away from It All,&quot; his observations on attending the Illinois State Fair, and &quot;A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again,&quot; his mu...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/32967280">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[this book made me wet myself. twice. i wish to god i was exxagerating. or elderly. but poor dfw on a cruise ship... no one has ever paired genius with social awkwardness more charmingly.  ]]></body>
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  <read_at>Mon Oct 01 00:00:00 -0700 2007</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[the essay on tv and irony and fiction: brilliant.<br/>the title essay: occasionally laugh-out-loud.<br/>the two tennis essays: actually interesting to a non tennis player. <br/>the illinois state fair essay: hilarious. <br/>the essay about literary criticism/theory: completely confusing, but res...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/4553145">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[This is a totally enjoyable book where some of the essays talk about stuff that I would think I have no interest in, like tennis, or a cruise ship, but that are written so well I ended up laughing out loud at some points, something which I never ever do, I am usually the mute laughter sort of reader...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/46663601">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Fri Nov 21 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Judging from the traffic tie-ups you see, I’m not the only one who slows down to gape at a car crash.  The temptation would be even greater somewhere like Beverly Hills with a Ferrari involved.  I suppose reading this book would fall under a similar rubric:  gawking at a star betided by tragedy.<br/>...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/34675857">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[So guess what: I still like David Foster Wallace. Funny, serious, attention to detail - what more could I want of creative non-fiction? I didn't even know I was interested in post-modernism and modern television, or why David Lynch films (which I've never seen) are creepy, or what cruises say about ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/52585932">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[Somewhere I’ve heard it said that a good writer can write about anything and make it interesting. David Foster Wallace is such a writer, a good writer, and he does, at times, seem to write about anything. Although sometimes he seems to endlessly write about anything and then at the same time about...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/26981392">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[This is the kind of writing that makes you CUOL (crack up out loud) super hard, so that like three sentences later you remember the part that made you CUOL three sentences ago and you start CUOLing again, but so much that you can't just go on, you have to go and read that part over again that made y...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/15451274">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[I've read this collection of essays enough times to know them all pretty much by heart, but I know I'll end up reading it again in a month or two. Just too damned funny, in that typically condescending, snobby, over-educated and under-experienced DFW way. <br/><br/>Picture, if you will:<br/><br/>...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/4609816">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[The eponymous essay is one of the funniest things I've ever read. I had it read to me for the first time while driving down the 95 in New Jersey. I literally had to pull off to the side because I was laughing so hard.  He manages to be both critical and humane, existentially tortured (in a way I rel...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/6307125">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[I was both in awe of and incredibly annoyed by how ridiculously smart David Foster Wallace shows himself to be in these essays. One reviewer described him as using words the way a ninja uses throwing stars. I guess it's a thing of beauty to see someone so adept and skilled, but it can also be irrita...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/22713185">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[It's the beginning of 2009 and I'm doing the same thing I was doing at the very beginning of 2008: obsessing over David Foster Wallace, re-reading and recovering from one of his books. But wherea Infinite Jest produced obsessive discontent, a feeling that something was wrong, that there was a chink ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/43033875">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[<strong>Anti-Journalist/Copyeditor’s Nightmare/The Guy I Want to Pass Notes With In The Back Row</strong> <br/><br/>David Foster Wallace has this blinkey-blinkey “Who, me?” shtick about being a journalist that is so utterly ass-kicking that as of this moment forth I am going to break every neo-Greco Victoria...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/72935435">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Fri Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 1999</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[DFW has just been found dead, and I am profoundly sad.  This is the first thing I read by him, and I taught the Michael Joyce tennis essay last year in Lang.  I loved the essay on the Illinois State Fair (...&quot;the fuck you think?&quot; is one of my all-time favorite quotes--not one that can be h...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/32832010">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Wed Mar 18 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[DISCLAIMER: I only read the essay about David Lynch.<br/><br/>Really 3 essays in one: an on-the-set report about <em>Lost Highway</em>, satirical expose about the production of a Hollywood film, and a personal account of the significance of Lynch's work in Wallace's own life. The piece was not helped by is...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/49723405">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Sat Sep 01 00:00:00 -0700 2007</read_at>
  <date_added>Thu Sep 20 13:25:49 -0700 2007</date_added>
  <date_updated>Mon Sep 24 09:48:59 -0700 2007</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[Good overall.  The essay about television feels a bit dated since it was written shortly before so-called &quot;Reality Television&quot; began creeping its way into American television.  What does DFW think of reality tv, I wonder? And what about the recent spate of really intelligent television pro...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/6503214">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Tue Apr 14 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
  <date_added>Mon Mar 30 07:06:20 -0700 2009</date_added>
  <date_updated>Tue Apr 14 17:17:14 -0700 2009</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[A great book for people who think they're smarter than everyone else.]]></body>
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