A Supposedly Posthumous Fun ...... by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Opening Gripe

ED- Good evening or more precisely good whatever to our viewers, no matter your chosen time of access to this program. As we all know, real time mercifully died some time back, leaving us with the blessings of streaming access. In that same vein I’m sure that you’ll once again love seeing our guest for tonight; the inimitable David Foster Wallace. His many accomplishments and awards would require the program’s length to detail; but suffice to say that his “Infinite Jest” has been placed on the top 100

list of all time after 1923, the ostensible contradiction in those terms the full responsibility of Life Magazine, and with something seemingly to do with public domain legalities in the US; and his final entrée to date; “The Pale King,” which was on the list of final three candidates for the 2012 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, a year in which the authorities decided not to grant the award. So without further ado mentioning those genius awards the rabble find so distasteful, here is the literary man of the last two centuries; David Foster Wallace.

A being of approximately six vertical feet and varying horizontal measures, wrapped in mummy bandages lumbered on stage, dragging its left leg, and sat in the chair opposite the interviewer, taking a tertiary level of ganders at the rendition

A Supposedly Fun DFW Interview