As this week marked the 3rd anniversary of the death of David Foster Wallace, I finally got around to buying his unfinished novel.
Silly me, I thought it was a work-in-progress, how big could it be? Well, the thing is a brick. Only DFW would have a 550-page UNfinished book.=
I miss that man.
1 comment:
really--3 yrs?!
and 550 pp? you are a braver gal than I
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