Reading 'Infinite Jest' I can not help thinking how much of himself put David Foster Wallace novel. And especially how much he's in Hal Incandenza. I can not avoid this comparison because Hal's mother is a stickler for grammar subtly in a passive-aggressive push their children to achieve academic success (especially in the field of grammar) that she can be proud. And, as it has in the notes DFW footer trial compilation of the dictionary 'Let's talk locusts , his mother in real life was spitting. This attempt to find details of the real life of the writers in his works is something I usually do not hardly ever. Normally I'm interested in works and not the writers. This is because I can not fall in love with many writers as writers, but I just am in love with a writer as a person and this is David Foster Wallace, but it is impossible to read his essays and not love someone as neurotic as he is. Then, there are few writers that I've come to love, but which I'd be her friend for life, basically Franz Kafka (because I recognize so much in his diaries and letters that I'm afraid) and Nick Hornby (because it has to be a piece of bread, funny, candid and witty). And that's enough confessions for today.
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