read David Foster Wallace's short story "Backbone" at the bookstore yesterday in the New Yorker
Really just a fantastic piece of writing, one of those pieces where if you like to write (even as an amateur or just a message board/blog/facebook writer) you get a very pleasant rush in your head paradoxically informing you "I'll never be this good, ever." Shame he's gone.
edit - whoops found out it's an excerpt from his lost novel. Oh well...when I read it to the last sentence, as a standalone short story it works terrifically still.
Really just a fantastic piece of writing, one of those pieces where if you like to write (even as an amateur or just a message board/blog/facebook writer) you get a very pleasant rush in your head paradoxically informing you "I'll never be this good, ever." Shame he's gone.
edit - whoops found out it's an excerpt from his lost novel. Oh well...when I read it to the last sentence, as a standalone short story it works terrifically still.
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