I am attempting to read David Foster Wallace’s very large novel and write about the experience as I go. That is all.

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Beach read

From Books, by Charlie Hill:
He held a small rucksack. In it, a pair of shorts, a shirt, two pairs of pants, a pair of flip-flops and a beach read. The book was by David Foster Wallace. Richard had put his favourite ‘Gone Readin’’ sign in the window of the shop and he hoped that this would be the case: he’d started the bloody thing half a dozen times and had yet to get beyond the first ten pages.
Well, I got beyond 10.

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