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Joking about this phenomenon, however, doesn’t make it stop. When conservative Supreme Court nominee Neil Gorsuch cited Wallace in a hearing, The New Republic asserted that “Wallace is the lingua franca of a certain subset of overeducated, usually wealthy, extremely self-serious (mostly) men.” Onion-esque news outlet Reductress clickbaited me perfectly with “Why I’m Waiting for The Right Man to Tell Me I Should Read ‘Infinite Jest.’” Wallace is on a list of books that literally all white men own. New York Magazine notes that “Wallace, too, has become lit-bro shorthand…some women ‘loves DFW’ as synonymous with ‘is one of those motherfuckers’” (hi, it’s me). Wallace-recommending men are ubiquitous enough to be their own in-joke. Said recommendations have, however, festered over such a long period that they’ve mutated into deeply felt opinions about Wallace himself: namely, that he was an overly self-aware genius who needed a better editor and that I’d hate his writing. These recommendations from men have never inspired me to read Wallace’s magnum opus, Infinite Jest, or his essays, or stories, or even to take the path of least resistance and see the Jason Segel movie about him. So while I’ve never read a book by Wallace, I’m preemptively uninterested in your opinion about it. He wasn’t the first man to recommend Wallace, but he’s the last whose suggestion I pretended to consider.

He once forced me to do cocaine by shoving it inside me during sex. Pre-Reading Impressionsįor a while, I was seeing a guy who really liked David Foster Wallace.

Synopsis of brief interviews with hideous men