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Why bother reading someone who couldn't even live with himself? The only sincere moment in the life of David Foster Wallace was when he kicked away the chair. The rest of his life was a lie, the new sincerity was a joke whose punchline was the creaking of his leather belt around the rafter. His literary career was a menagerie of self help lies told to keep his depression at bay. The audience pussy and drugs were the ghosts at that feast of hypocrisy. The depression turned out to be completely warranted because behind all the gimmicks and the self awareness and the bandannas was no discernible talent
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>>9413933
>the creaking of the leather belt around the rafter
lel
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read is earlier works
skip if
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>>9413933
>Why bother reading someone who couldn't even live with himself?
Because there are other authors who killed themselves who didn't write angsty shit about the TV guide and junior tennis?
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>>9413977
this thread isn't about that. this thread is about putting DFW on
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>>9413985
name 15
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>>9414216
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Writers_who_committed_suicide
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>>9414227
>andnothingofvaluewaslost.jpg
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>>9413933
nice b8 m8
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