More Thoughts on David Foster Wallace
While reading David Lipsky’s ‘Although of Course You End Up
Becoming Yourself – A Road Trip With David Foster Wallace’ a few particular passages
caught my attention, especially in relation to my earlier posts regarding D.T.
Max’s Every Love Story Is A Ghost Story and my earlier posts on randomness:
(bottom of page 137)
So which rec chemicals
have you tried?
I did some acid in high school. I
did a lot of it for about six months and then--I never felt like I was the same again after that. It messed with me. I would encourage those of your readers
not yet at puberty to stay away from stuff until at least …
Is it reasonable to believe that heavy use of heavy drugs
before the brain is, as they say, “cooked” can alter the process? Is it
reasonable to believe this impacted David’s, if we want to call it such, predisposition
to depression?
(bottom of page 145)
But I don’t think I’m all that
different. I’ll bet you’ve got three of four things (one might be addicted to), you know that you’re like that with.
And one of the things I noticed in the halfway house is the difference between
me and like a twenty-one-year-old prostitute who is dying of AIDS, who’d been
doing heroin since she was eleven, is, is a matter of accidents.
As they say, it is a fine line.
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