/lit/ - Literature

>>15921757
>Finnegan's Awake!

So the new Vice doc about DFW is out soon. It’s called “Unhinged Typists of the Northeast.” Here’s the intro:

>*Rainy street corner, man standing with hands in pockets talking to camera*
>“Wallace will be here any minute. After that…who the fuck knows?”
>*laughs fatalistically*
>*cut to black*
>Narrator: “In the 1990s, the supremacy of safe and palatable paperbacks caused a revolution in the literary underworld. A literary movement emerged that chose to abandon linear form and plot.”
>*Camera follows the man jogging down a rainy NYC street*
>Narrator continues: “What emerged was a new form of writing: sweeping, meandering tomes of self-satisfied meditations on everything from the mundane to the esoteric, freestyle and formless, calculated yet irreverent, these works cast a new spotlight on a subset of nobodies who were convinced that intellectuals were missing the point of life, while blue-collar simpletons were the real geniuses. I met with a member of this group named Jonathan. He goes by J.F.”
>*J.F. stands outside a brownstone in the rain looking at the camera with subdued desperation*
>Narrator: “Jonathan has led me to the home of the leader of this revolution. They call him Wallace. Jonathan told me that Wallace should be home any minute.”
>*J.F. thrusts his hands in his pockets nervously then peers beyond the cameraman*
>JF: “He’s here.”
>*camera suddenly swings around, revealing a figure standing in the rail below a streetlamp*
>Cameraman to J.F.: “Why does he wear the du-rag?”

You know this shit’s gonna be good.

>>11949145

It is a well-documented bit of lore that David Foster Wallace, prior to his suicide, spent the day eating KFC, watching the first three Die Hard movies, and re-reading the Harry Potter series with the giddyness of a child. Afterwards, he and Franzen met up in Manhattan where they took turns photographing black postal workers sorting mail, correcting usage errors in the New York Post, and eating gyros while walking along the east river. Then he returned home, wrote 'Everything is fine' in his diary, and hanged himself.

So the new Vice doc about DFW is out. It’s called “Unhinged Typists of the Northeast.” Here’s the intro:

>*Rainy street corner, man standing with hands in pockets talking to camera*
>“Wallace will be here any minute. Then…who the fuck knows?”
>*laughs fatalistically*
>*cut to black*
>Narrator: “In the 1990s, the supremacy of safe and palatable paperbacks caused a revolution in the literary underworld. A literary movement emerged that chose to abandon linear form and plot.”
>*Camera follows man jogging down the rainy NYC street*
>Narrator continues: “What emerged was a new form of writing: sweeping, meandering tomes of self-satisfied meditations on everything from the mundane to the esoteric; freestyle and formless, calculated yet irreverent, these works cast a new spotlight on a subset of nobodies who were convinced that intellectuals were missing the point of life, while blue-collar simpletons were the real geniuses. I met with a member of this group named Jonathan. He goes by J.F.”
>*J.F. stands outside a brownstone in the rain looking at the camera with a subdued desperation*
>Narrator: “Jonathan has led me to the home of the leader of this revolution. They call him Wallace. Jonathan told me that Wallace should be home any minute.”
>*J.F. thrusts his hands in his pockets nervously then peers beyond the cameraman*
>JF: “He’s here.”
>*camera suddenly swings around, revealing a figure standing in the rain below a streetlamp*
>Cameraman to J.F.: “Why does he wear the dew rag?”

You know this shit’s gonna be good.