>good at sports
>good at academics
>good at writing
>good at singing
>
>commits suicide
what a punk
Maybe he noticed about the great joke that life is
>>7970527
It's all just a Neverending Joke to him
>>7970528
Some sort of eternal send-up
An everlasting ruse.
A permanent punchline.
An "Infinite Jest" ;)
>>7970707
nice
a perpetual stand up routine
a cyclic tease
a ceaseless bon mot
an immortal needle of wit
a poor yorick
a fed jax
a howling fantod
a true survivor, a real human being
CAMMILA WHERE'S THE GABBBAGOOOLIE?
kωμῳδία ἄπειρη
The only reason I'm not killing myself is because there are so mamy good books I have yet to read. And because drugs are fun.
sauce on singing
Ceaseless farce
>>7970769
kek'd
>>7970517
I just finished Shipping Out. It's a pretty funny read, on the surface, but it's morbidly transfigured by DFW's suicide.
Every other page includes a note on self-elimination as a 'wry joke.' The ocean as a 'primordial stew of death and decay' is a running motif. The entire conceit of the piece is DFW-as-clever-neurotic 'seeing through' the corporate processes used to induce relaxation in cruisegoers.
DFW's go-to capsule synopsis of Jest called it an investigation into the purposes and limits of pleasure; its central device, a magical film that is so enjoyable it makes viewers want to do nothing else but watch the tape continuously.
It's stupid to try connecting authorial biographies to literary analysis and it's stupid to guess at contributing factors of a suicide. In the case of DFW it's incredibly difficult to respect these rules. The question animating his entire career was, 'why bother?'
In interviews, DFW comes off as maybe the gentlest author ever recorded. He's unfailingly patient, respectful, and soft-spoken. But in 'Shipping Out,' seated next to middle-aged, midwestern dining companions whom he professes to deeply like, he spends eight paragraphs deconstructing these peoples' foibles to hilarious effect.
Have you seen the Charlie Rose talk where DFW is seated opposite Franzen, his long-time friend and, at that time, much lesser rival? DFW is polite and deferential towards Rose. DFW cautiously qualifies his generalizations in case you think he's leaping to conclusions or putting words in your mouth. But then Franzen, his friend, says something pretty innocuous about literary fiction; that its fans are much less likely to spend time with lowbrow TV entertainment.
"So the only people who read serious fiction are people who don't watch TV?" Says DFW. He's looking directly down his nose at Franzen.
"No, no--...ah, thank you for drawing that out for me, Dave..."
"No, no. If I misheard, enlighten me," says DFW. There's no mistaking his tone for the quaint circumspection marking DFW's NPR appearances. He's telling Franzen to fuck right off.
I could keep going, but basically I agree with OP. I'll try DFW's fiction but I'd be shocked to discover he could render a character believable, broken, and also loveable. I think most of DFW's life was spent mistaking one cause of unhappiness for another and proving that hatred is a habit that you can conceal, but which is very hard to slow or break.
Divine Comedy
>>7970874
Rot in hell, maggot
>>7970517
>the robot is upset that someone who had talent could suffer
An endless escapade
>>7971144
>I think most of DFW's life was spent mistaking one cause of unhappiness for another and proving that hatred is a habit that you can conceal, but which is very hard to slow or break.
I'm intrigued, could you expand on your closing remark. I think there's more to say and I'd like to hear it.
Ineluctable Lark
>>7970517
He was all caught up in the ephemeral realism when really all that mattered was the infinite jest
>>7971144
Exactly. Well put. I'm the one who commented on that video about how unnecessarily combative DFW came off as. If I was Franzen I would've just said "yeah" and ignored him.
