Do lobsters feel pain? Did Franz Kafka have a sick sense of humour? What is John Updike's deal anyway? And who won the Adult Video News' Female Performer of the Year Award the same year Gwyneth Paltrow won her Oscar? David Foster Wallace answers ...
these questions and more in his new book of hilarious non-fiction. For this collection, David Foster Wallace immerses himself in the three- ring circus that is the presidential race in order to document one of the most vicious campaigns in recent history. Later he strolls from booth to booth at a lobster festival in Maine and risks life and limb to get to the bottom of the lobster question. Then he wheedles his way into an L.A. radio studio, armed with tubs of chicken, to get the behind-the-scenes view of a conservative talk show featuring a host with an unnatural penchant for clothing that only looks good on the radio. In what is sure to be a much-talked-about exploration of distinctly modern subjects, one of the sharpest minds of our time delves into some of life's most delicious topics.
"It’s hard to get good answers to why Young Voters are so uninterested in politics. This is probably because it’s next to impossible to get someone to think hard about why he’s not interested in something. The boredom itself preempts inquiry;
..." the fact of the feeling’s enough. Surely one reason, though, is that politics is not cool. Or say rather that cool, interesting, alive people do not seem to be the ones who are drawn to the political process. Think back to the sort of kids in high school who were into running for student office: dweeby, overgroomed, obsequious to authority, ambitious in a sad way. Eager to play the Game. The kind of kids other kids would want to beat up if it didn’t seem so pointless and dull. And now consider some of 2000’s adult versions of these very same kids: Al Gore, best described by CNN sound tech Mark A. as “amazingly lifelike”; Steve Forbes, with his wet forehead and loony giggle; G. W. Bush’s patrician smirk and mangled cant; even Clinton himself, with his big red fake-friendly face and “I feel your pain.” Men who aren’t enough like human beings even to hate — what one feels when they loom into view is just an overwhelming lack of interest, the sort of deep disengagement that is often a defense against pain. Against sadness. In fact, the likeliest reason why so many of us care so little about politics is that modern politicians make us sad, hurt us deep down in ways that are hard even to name, much less talk about. It’s way easier to roll your eyes and not give a shit. You probably don’t want to hear about all this, even."Continua...Nascondi
David Foster Wallace is an astounding writer. So clever and with so much humanity. The piece on 9/11 is incredibly moving in a refreshing way. Also an hilarious/disturbing piece on the annual porno awards night in las vegas and a revealing article
..." about the psychology of a professional tennis player.
Some of the essays were a bit dense for my tastes, but the above 3 are some of the most amazing non-fiction I have ever read. The title piece Consider the Lobster is a good companion essay to Eating Animals by Jontathon Safran Foer Continua...Nascondi
Nella mente, quella scatola a Hoa Lo si trasforma in una sorta di speciale camerino con una stella sulla porta, il luogo privato dietro il palco dove uno immagina che ancora viva “il vero John McCain”. Ma il paradosso è che la scatola che rende
... McCain “reale” è, per definizione, chiusa. Impenetrabile. Nessuno può entrare né uscire. [...] Un “ritratto” di John McCain non sarà mai altro che questo: un unica faccia, esterna, scomposta e diffratta da così tante lenti che alla fine di uomini da vedere ce n’è ben più di uno. [...] Il paradosso finale è che il fatto che lui sia davvero “reale” dipende meno da ciò che c’è nel suo cuore da ciò che c’è nel vostro. Cercate di rimanere svegli. (Forza, Simba)Continua...Nascondi