A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again

A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again

Paperback Abacus

By (author) David Foster Wallace

$13.04
List price $15.61
You save $2.57 16% off

Free delivery worldwide
Available
Dispatched in 1 business day
When will my order arrive?

  • Publisher: Abacus
  • Format: Paperback | 368 pages
  • Dimensions: 126mm x 196mm x 32mm | 299g
  • Publication date: 1 February 2010
  • Publication City/Country: London
  • ISBN 10: 0349110018
  • ISBN 13: 9780349110011
  • Sales rank: 16,202

Product description

A collection of insightful and uproariously funny non-fiction by the bestselling author of INFINITE JEST - one of the most acclaimed and adventurous writers of our time. A SUPPOSEDLY FUN THING...brings together Wallace's musings on a wide range of topics, from his early days as a nationally ranked tennis player to his trip on a commercial cruiseliner. In each of these essays, Wallace's observations are as keen as they are funny. Filled with hilarious details and invigorating analyses, these essays brilliantly expose the fault line in American culture - and once again reveal David Foster Wallace's extraordinary talent and gargantuan intellect.

Other people who viewed this bought:

Showing items 1 to 10 of 10

Other books in this category

Showing items 1 to 11 of 11
Categories:

Author information

David Foster Wallace is the author of the novels THE BROOM OF THE SYSTEM (Abacus pb August 1997) and INFINITE JEST (L,B hb 1996, Abacus pb June 1997) and the short story collection GIRL WITH CURIOUS HAIR (Abacus pb November 1997)

Review quote

It's the kind of book you can't even put down while brushing your teeth. He's damn good. I take my hat off to him. GUARDIAN Enviably good. SUNDAY TIMES Like sea air, David Foster Wallace is so bracing. GLASGOW HERALD Brilliant. MAXIM

Editorial reviews

This collection of essays by hot novelist Wallace (Infinite Jest, 1996, etc.) is sometimes tiresome but often truly rewarding. Wallace is a fine prose stylist of the post-Beat school. His long sentences overflow with prepositional phrases; commas are scarce. At his best - which is to say, about half the time here - Wallace writes with an intensity that transforms rambling reportage into a sui generis mode of weird philosophizing. He makes deft use of footnotes to pile up insights beneath the flow of his main line of thought. Especially brilliant is the collection's opening essay, in which Wallace looks back on his childhood experiences as a midwestern junior tennis star through the lens of his collegiate obsession with mathematics. The tennis world, treated at length in Infinite Jest, resurfaces in a sensitive profile of rising American player Michael Joyce. Otherwise, Wallace's best work comes in two pieces that originally appeared in Harper's: a ferocious investigative report on the culture of luxury cruises, and the record of another carnival voyage, this one a trip to the Illinois State Fair. A book review competently discusses literary-theoretical debates over the death-of-the-author thesis. Elsewhere in the volume, Wallace takes determined dives into banality. A more judicious, albeit less focused, effort finds Wallace on the set with filmmaker David Lynch, whom he presents as a contemporary artistic hero. A sprawling meditation on televison and contemporary fiction lays out many intriguing theories, but its main point, that TV irony snares rather than liberates viewers, doesn't make news. At his best, the exuberant Wallace amazes with his "Taoistic ability to control via noncontrol." But - to continue quoting from his opening tour-de-force, "Derivative Sport in Tornado Alley" - eschewing discipline exacts a price: "Force without law has no shape, only tendency and duration." (Kirkus Reviews)