The first comprehensive biography of David Foster Wallace traces the life of a very complicated man with both honesty and respect. Rather than utilize a dry timeline, D.T. Max relies on the words Wallace left behind. Everything from early poems to college essays to letters to works of fiction are aligned as a means to recount Wallace’s life. This refreshing approach offers amazing personal insight into a man that left a distinctive mark on the literary landscape.
Wallace had a personality that oscillated between a buoyant, confident individual to one crippled by self-consciousness and depression, all of which was evident in his unique style of writing. Everything in his life went into his writing and influenced his perspective and philosophy. Family, friends, roommates, and co-workers were all fair game for characters as were his surroundings whether it be the Midwest, rehab, or a college campus. He let life inspire him, even when it seemed to be his mortal enemy.
With the kind of brutal honesty Wallace would appreciate, Max shows no fear in showcasing personal flaws that run the gamut of arrogance and self doubt. Through drug and alcohol addiction, writer’s block, volatile relationships, and severe bouts of depression, Max lets Wallace speak through his letters to friends and family. Despite recurrences of darkness, it was interesting to see Wallace’s trademark humor lived in more than just his books. He was sharp, witty, and unrelenting in his observations about the world and himself. Much like his books, Wallace was always trying to find the ultimate truth of existence.
I’ve always believed David Foster Wallace saw the world the way it needed to be seen. He eyed it with the curiosity of a child, but through the lens of a playfully cynical adult. He had his demons and they haunted him from a very young age. Try as he may to fight them, he could not win against the “bad thing” that devoured him.
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c.b.w. 2012
What a wonderful review. I’ve heard you talk about this author so many times but I have yet to read anything. What would be your first suggestion for somebody who wants to give him a try?
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Start with “This is Water.” 🙂
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Just the question I was going to ask – can you say a bit more about his writing. I love recommendations – it can send me off in directions I would never have gone on my own.
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I’ve written about him a few times before, but its always so difficult to describe his writing. When writing fiction, his aesthetic is all about exploring reality from what he calls a boring viewpoint. But in doing so, he makes it interesting by using a distinctive voice. He thrives on presenting a fractured reality that exists because of the fantasy we create and the way the world really is. 🙂 His non-fiction pieces are quite blunt and filled with humor as navigates a state fair, a trip on cruise ship, or evaluating the ethics of a lobster festival in Maine.
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Sounds like a fascinating book. I’m always intrigued about creative minds and his was definitly creative, brillant, and, sadly, flawed enough to end his life. Still, sounds like a great read.
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It was a fantastic read, though sad.
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He has always spurred my interest because of all that I’ve heard from you. It’s so sad when great artists create such treasures for all of us while suffering so in the process. I hope to read some of his works soon.
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I hope you enjoy his work when you read it. It’s unlike anything out there. 🙂
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He sounds like an intriguing guy who experienced things to the fullest – sorry to hear about his end. Sad to say I’ve never heard of him, thanks for the introduction!
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He’s one of those little secrets your always glad to discover. He flew just beneath the radar, which is usually where the best stories hide. 🙂
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That man was was an American titan – a true genius in an age which despises genius and seeks to devalue it. I don’t think I have yet gotten used to the notion of living in a world the no longer has him.
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I’m still in denial myself.
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With such creative mind, he could have done more, but the torture/pain inside was so devastating and unbearable. I guess he was BP. Thanks for the share!
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He was in the middle of writing his next novel when he died. Not even his passion for writing could save him and that really shows just how devastating his depression was real was.
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Sounds like a good read, albeit sad.
Enjoyed the post.
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It is sad. I put off reading the last chapter for a while because I knew how it would end.
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