This both gives me hope (that DFW wrote a few sub-par lines) and makes me sad (that America made a movie out of this, although I am slightly gladdened by their $28k total gross receipts = bombed). Glorious stuff for the most part, but there was a bit of force that I needed to propel myself to the end. The interviews with the “hideous” men were probably my least favorite. The Depressed Person was amusing in the detailed footnotes taking up 90% of the page. On His Deathbed, Holding Your Hand, The Acclaimed New Young Off-Broadway Playwright’s Father Begs a Boon was spectacular in anti-child rant. It was a full tour of DFW’s cavernous brain, exploring topics varied and sundry.
First “story” is 2 paragraphs long:
A RADICALLY CONDENSED HISTORY OF POSTINDUSTRIAL LIFE
When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.
The man who’d introduced them didn’t much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. One never know, after all, did one now did one now did one.