Currently reading: Infinite Jest | David Foster Wallace 

Lolita | Vladimir Nabokov 

The Trial | Kafka

Brief Interviews with Hideous Men | DFW

Brave New World | Aldous Huxley

…he knew what every artist should know: as Garp put it, ‘You only grow by coming to the end of something and by beginning something else.’ Even if these so-called endings and beginnings are illusions.

—John Irving, The World According to Garp

And Yet Another Reason Why I Love David Foster Wallace:

"As of 2003, misusing that for who or whom, whether in writing or speech, functions as a kind of class-marker - it’s the grammatical equivalent of wearing NASCAR paraphernalia or liking pro wrestling.”

Excerpt from Both Flesh and Not: Essays.

"Maybe, though, the relation of contemporary view to contemporary television is less a paradigm of infantilism and addiction than it is of the U.S.A.’s familiar relation to all the technology we equate at once with freedom and power and slavery and chaos. For, as with television, whether we happen personally to love technology, hate it, fear it, or all three, we still look relentlessly to technology for solutions to the very problems technology seems to cause…"

David Foster Wallace, E Unibus Pluram 1990

Sonnet 121

“‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, 

When not to be receives reproach of being,

And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed

Not by our feeling, but by others’ seeing. 

For why should others’ false adulterate eyes

Give salutation to my sportive blood?

Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,

Which in their wills count bad what I think good?

No, I am that I am, and they that level 

At my abuses reckon up their own. 

I may be straight, though they themselves bevel,

By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown, 

Unless this general evil they maintain,

All men are bad and in their badness reign. 

Art, after all, is supposed to be a kind of communication, and “personal expression” is cinematically interesting only to the extent that what’s expressed finds and strikes chords within the viewer. The difference between experiencing art that succeeds as communication and art that doesn’t is rather like the difference between being sexually intimate with a person and watching that person masturbate. In terms of literature, richly communicative Expressionism is epitomized by Kafka, bad and onanistic Expressionism by the average Graduate Writing Program avant-garde story.

—David Foster Wallace, David Lynch Keeps His Head (1995)

It’s so magical - I don’t know why - to go into a theater and have the lights go down. It’s very quiet, and then the curtains start to open. Maybe they’re red. And you go into a world. It’s beautiful when it’s a shared experience. It’s still beautiful when you’re at home and your theater is in front of you, though it’s not quite as good. It’s best on a big screen. That’s the way to go into a world.

—David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish

"J’aurai le coeur heureux sans peur du lendemain
Le jour où je n’aurai plus du tout l’âme en peine
Le jour où moi aussi j’aurai quelqu’un qui m’aime”

(Source: Spotify)

Tired of trying to decide on a tattoo so I think I’m just going to get “meh” in comic sans on my forehead.

June Book Club

Update re Lolita: spending 317 with Humbert Humbert is proving to be draining (<—- unintentional innuendo)