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I reminded myself that incessant potential catastrophe is the human condition, is in fact the price of possessing consciousness […].
John Jeremiah Sullivan, “Violence of the Lambs” -
[David Foster Wallace is] maybe the only notoriously “difficult” writer who almost never wrote a page that wasn’t enjoyable, or at least diverting, to read. Yet it was the theme of loneliness, a particular kind of postmodern, information-saturated loneliness, that, more than anything, drew crowds to his readings who looked in size and excitement level more like what you’d see at an in-store for a new band.”
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“Imagine walking into a place, say a mega-chain copy shop in a strip mall. It’s early morning, and you’re the first customer. You stop under the bright fluorescents and let the doors glide closed behind you, look at the employees in their corporate-blue shirts, mouths open, shuffling around sleepily. You take them in as a unified image, with an impenetrable surface of vague boredom and dissatisfaction that you’re content to be on the outside of, and you set to your task, to your copying or whatever. That’s precisely the moment when Wallace hits pause, that first little turn into inattention, into self-absorption. He reverses back through it, presses play again. Now it’s different. You’re in a room with a bunch of human beings. Each of them, like you, is broken and has healed in some funny way. Each of them, even the shallowest, has a novel inside. Each is loved by God or deserves to be. They all have something to do with you [….]John Jeremiah Sullivan in GQ… thanks Jon Fox, for posting the link to this.
Posted on January 22, 2012 with 12 notes ()
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I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know any artists who have pulled that off. I reply, “The Beatles did.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Timequake -
But though I am persuaded beyond argument that there must be an Emily Dickinson or an Agnes Repplier of the Internet out there somewhere, blogging away for her life, and ours, I haven’t found her, at least not yet.
Adam Gopnik in his introduction to The Best american Essays 2008
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