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Consider the Lobster

by on July 29th, 2008
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David Foster Wallace, probably best known for his massive novel Infinite Jest, has also assembled a couple volumes of essays, this one and A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again.  Mostly journalistic pieces with the odd book review, Consider the Lobster tackles the AVN Awards ( the Oscars of the porn industry), 9/11 as seen from central Illinois, a polemic on English language usage dictionaries, a look at John McCain in the 2000 South Carolina primary1, a lobster festival in Maine, and a right-wing talk radio host.

Few of these make particularly compelling  subjects, but the attraction here is Wallace’s style, convoluted and rich, an odd mix of formal and in-.  His footnotes literally have footnotes.  The radio piece, originally published in Harper’s, uses a complex system of boxed footnotes that point with arrows to the cited text.  It made more sense in the magazine, where the boxes were color-coded.  Here it’s just hard to follow.  His digressive approach lets him seemingly talk about two or three aspects of a situation simultaneously3.  This style is well suited to someone who will apparently follow an idea to the moon and back.

I like to read writers who are way smarter than I am, and Wallace easily qualifies.

1which manages to miss Karl Rove’s famous planted rumor about McCain’s fathering a Black child2

2One wonders what Rove would do with the known fact that Barack Obama has fathered two Black children.

3We can only read one sentence at a time, of course, so if you read a four paragraph footnote, then go back to the original text, you’ll have to re-read it to find the footnote’s context.4

4Granted, this isn’t four paragraphs, but see what I mean?

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