Wallace: Toward the End of Time

On John Updike’s novel Toward the End of Time: “… the turgidity of the prose here also ups our dislike of the novel’s narrator. It’s hard to like somebody whose way of saying that his wife doesn’t like going to bed before him is ‘She hated it when I crept into bed and disturbed her in the fragile chain of steps whereby consciousness dissolves’ or who refers to his grandchildren as ‘this evidence that my pending oblivion had been hedged, my seed had taken root.'”

– David Foster Wallace, in his essay “Certainly the End of Something or Other, One Would Sort of Have to Think”


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