December 2014

Just this once, can we not talk about David Foster Wallace? OR Get Bent, 2014

If you should decide at some point to write about depression, either your own or someone else’s, you should be prepared for the ghost of DFW to descend and drape itself around your neck like a tight scarf or gentle noose. If you don’t know who David Foster Wallace is then this analogy won’t make sense to you until you have at least read The Depressed Person, which is frankly brilliant. And brilliantly frank. And so on.

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