On Inside David Foster Wallace's Private Self-Help Library

David Foster Wallace, the James Dean of literature.

His small ouevre has been ludicrously blown out of proportion to its significance by the postmortem exhortations of those who mistakenly assume that by pretending to like or understand his on-the-whole prosaic efforts at being clever somehow gives them more credibility.

Mental illness, coupled with being a pretentious, bloviating writer with barely two books under one's belt does not automatically apotheosize one as the Messiah to the literati.

Posted on April 8, 2011 at 9:34 am 0