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"Just look at what he did there. Look at that."

Second fragment of Wallace's third novel, published in The New Yorker.

These are still hard to read.

A small portion of DFW's unfinished novel.

Rather than reading this story, I listened to it on a Consider the Lobster audiobook, read by DFW himself. He sounded dry, and earnest, and worried, in the way that his writing is all of those things. All footnotes were read in a slightly different tone of voice. Still one of the more thoughtful (and therefore better) pieces I've read on the immediate domestic impact of September 11th outside of the bounds of New York City.

It sort of feels wrong to read this, but at the same time, I never knew much about him or his life that he didn't write about in his own essays and books.

Archive of work published for Harper's.

"Not one of these times does he utter "Golly!" with any evident irony or disingenuousness or even the flattened affect of somebody who's parodying himself. (Let's also remember that this is a man with every button on his shirt buttoned and high-water pants.) During this same tri-"Golly!" interval, though, about 50 yards down the road, Mr. Bill Pullman, who's sitting in a big canvas director's chair getting interviewed for his E.P.K.,(i.e., 'Electronic press kit,' a bite-intensive interview that Lost Highway's publicists can then send off to Entertainment Tonight, local TV stations that want Pullman bites, etc.) is leaning forward earnestly and saying of David Lynch: "He's so truthful-that's what you build your trust on, as an actor, with a director" and "He's got this kind of modality to him, the way he speaks, that lets him be very open and honest and at the same time very sly. There's an irony about the way he speaks."