The Journal of David Foster Wallace Studies is a peer-reviewed academic journal devoted to the work of David Foster Wallace. The Journal is published by the DFW Society.
Here is the table of contents for Vol. 1, issue 1;
I enjoyed Nash’s essay on boredom and attention in The Pale King, and found Saylor’s piece on race in Wallace’s fiction—focusing on Wallace’s whiteness within the context of his overall project of literary empathy–especially interesting.
I’m glad to see the journal finally in print after a few years of chatter about its creation. Perhaps there might be a future article or two that takes on the current wave of anti-Wallace think pieces that have been floating around lately.
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“Perhaps there might a future article or two that takes on the current wave of anti-Wallace think pieces that have been floating around lately.”
DFW would have to appreciate the irony of (eg) Jess Crispin doing to him what he (at a virtue-signalling nadir) did to Updike in his unfairly un-literary takedown of Updike’s largely exquisite Toward the End of Time. Just as the late 1960s are known for psychedelia, the late-early Aughties will be known for the clash of ideological Philistinisms that nearly killed off Lit. The printed matter that gets through the vetting sieves of the Rainbow Stalinists is pabulum at best… though you wouldn’t know from the wall of hype that heralds the publication of every new (ideologically correct) brick of literary catshit.
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The virtue-signalling Philistinism I refer to in my comment above is not only a rubber mallet wielded against DFW’s shade but also an internal conflict seeded in an impressionable young DFW by certain friends of his (IMO)…
https://berlin8berlin.wordpress.com/2017/11/06/the-writer-his-killing-and-his-friends-a-brief-review-of-a-book-and-a-video/
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Yeah, the “anxiety of influence” in the current age just goes to show how cyclical, fractal, etal, literary stuff gets. Am I interested in the study? Not really, but that should hardly stop anyone from doing the collection(s). (That sentiment of disinterest mostly comes out of a jaded sense of DFW’s larger fame coming after his suicide; a grotesque undertone of civilization that art is great only when an artist is dead.) Do I no longer read the garbage bins of uninteresting, National Enquirer-esque “literary” pages of newspapers and magazines filled w/ droll opinions, sideshow, gossip and (mostly) bullshit? Absolutely. Apologies if the comment stirs into my own delusional proclamations of the current state of literature, however… it’s gone so far down hill and robbed of so much substance (ie, the magazines and newspapers, not this DFW collection) that I just had to say something after seeing this post. Now, too, I realize another reason I chose not to be a professor.
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Instead of collective national malaise, maybe we are being drowned in a flood of information and choice. Should I read DFW because of his suicide, or in spite of it, or should I forgo his literature because of the author’s ‘weakness’? So writing, I just downloaded a book because Hemingway gave it a blurb. How can you not throw out the baby with the bath when the bathwater is obscured by so much dark pollution, and its surface littered with flotsam. Never mind the detractors and be not swayed by the admirers. Read the damned thing, and if your mind keeps on wandering, put it down. For every work published nowadays, there must be 20X’s as many words written about it. Take the good scientist attitude: avoid an opinion until forced to come to a conclusion because of the information.
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