Monday, December 19, 2005

I've been leisurely reading the Alan Alda autobiography lately (I loves me some M*A*S*H) but I made the mistake of starting David Foster Wallace's Brief Interviews With Hideous Men when I was somewhere in the middle of it and got sucked into that instead. The contrast was too great and I think I broke my Alda interest because I totally don't care if I finish it or not now. My DFW infatuation continues unabated, however. Damn, that man can write. Even the story that annoyed me the most ("The Depressed Person") became almost hypnotic through the sheer awfulness of the character. I don't even know what to say about the book. The man leaves me in awe.

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