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  <read_at>Mon May 04 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
  <date_added>Mon May 04 13:36:11 -0700 2009</date_added>
  <date_updated>Mon May 04 13:47:30 -0700 2009</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[In light of DFW's suicide, it's hard not to read these essays without a - possibly totally false - feeling of the authors profound sadness.  It's almost as if everything he wrote was sort of an exhausted &quot;Has it really, at long last, come to this?&quot;  And yet, as retarded at that filter seems to me, I kept stumbling across actual phrases that mirror the above non-quotation.<br/><br/>To be sure, there are places where he perks up.  It's truly wonderful to see him geek out over a book on language usage, and his thoughts on the humor in Kafka and his Midwestern neighbors' reaction to 9/11 evoke a depth without despondence.<br/><br/>Certainly revealing much about the author in addition to the subject (not to mention the exhaustive (ing?) footnotes) is the pleasurable trademark to focus on here, though; and DFW is in excellent form throughout all of these essays.]]></body>
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