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December 12, 2013 | by

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  • Jason Segel will play David Foster Wallace in The End of the Tour. Jesse Eisenberg plays reporter David Lipsky.
  • Speaking of LA, a Charles Bukowski-themed bar is opening in Santa Monica. It is called Barkowski. (It should be noted that Brooklyn’s Post Office takes its name from a Bukowski novel, and is a good bar, so.)
  • The National Library of Norway plans to digitize every book in the Norwegian language.
  • If in New York, join Jonathan Ames, Sheila Heti, and Lawrence Weschler at the 92nd Street Y to discuss and celebrate The Best of McSweeney’s.

 

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3 Comments

  1. Nate | December 12, 2013 at 10:33 am

    There is already a Bukowski bar in Cambridge where rude service is mandated and the chalkboard sign on the sidewalk admonshes “stop eating pieces of s*it for breakfast!”

  2. fancycwabs | December 12, 2013 at 1:28 pm

    There’s also a bar called Bukowski’s in Prague.

  3. OAJ | December 13, 2013 at 8:06 am

    David Lipsky is an opportunist, taking advantage of the popularity of Mr. Wallace’s cultish persona. His book, and of course, now this play, is nothing but an obvious display of Mr. Lipsky’s parasitic nature, making money off Mr. Wallace’s genius.

    Being intelligent and above-average is, without question, an attribute that few people share.Therefore, when we hear there is a “genius” amongst us, we want to see what one looks like; no, we want to gawk at this genius, not unlike a Barnum “bearded lady” attraction.

    When Mr. Wallace was hyped as a genius, they came, from far-and-wide to stare, to feel, to see what intelligence actually looks like. And they came, and they stared, and they rubbed, and they envied. It was not long after “Infinite Jest” was released that critics and gawkers came out to measure themselves, their intellect, against this living-amongst-us “brainiac.”

    Mr. Lipsky was given the opportunity to spend time with the
    Genius Mr. Wallace. He, Lipsky, too, in a confessionary mea-culpa in his book [in brackets] admits he was there to measure himself against Foster Wallace, to see for himself, if in fact, whether his exclusion from this ( young genius) club, had any merit. It’s evident, from the publication of this long transcript in the form of a “book,” that the “gawk” factor, the “I-want-to-see-what-genius-looks-like,” was not abated by Mr. Wallace’s most tragic end.

    The publication of Mr. Lipsky’s book, to those close to Mr. Wallace, was no doubt, a painful reminder of his absence, and to readers of his books, a sad reminder of the tragic loss of a gifted writer.

    Mr. Lipsky’s book reveals, little, if anything, about the REAL personality of the author of Infinite Jest, or of David Foster Wallace the man. It shows a “persona” Mr. Wallace clearly used to protect himself from the stickiness that he regarded the adulation afforded by the masses to “pop” shootingstars. In fact, other than being a curiosity, with brief glimpses of the real person, this transcription of a long, fractious conversation, gives very little insight, if any, about David Foster Wallace. Reading it is more like listening to a recording from an old cassette tape found in your answering machine, with sounds of familiar voices, and meaningless dates and references. Sure, neat to hear the voices of forgotten friends and ex-lovers, but adds very little to your present state of being. Sad, but fairly pointless.

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