Saturday, September 27, 2008

Spoil 2.01

I find gifted ironists sort of wickedly fun to listen to at parties, but I always walk away feeling like I've had several radical surgical procedures. And as for actually driving cross-country with a gifted ironist, or sitting through a 300-page novel full of nothing but trendy sardonic exhaustion, one ends up feeling not only empty but somehow...oppressed.

DF Wallace, "E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction", in A supposedly fun thing I'll never do again, Abacus, 1998, p.67


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