Like for months in the spring semester of Y.D.P.A.H. she referred to her own program as ‘Madame’s Downer-Lit Hour’ and read depressing book after depressing book — Good Morning, Midnight and Maggie: A Girl of the Streets and Giovanni’s Roomand Under the Volcano, plus a truly ghastly Bret Ellis period during Lent — in a monotone, really slowly, night after night.
From David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest (hyperlinks are my attempt at oblique (non)annotation and obviously not part of the original text).
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