Walker Zupp

I am here.

A hyper-intelligent adolescent whose scientific understanding of the world is betrayed by his lack of life experience. Undercurrents appear overhead, love is something only movies talk about, and whatever things the universe can’t articulate itself our hero can’t even begin to imagine.

I’ve not dedicated much time to David Foster Wallace: Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, The Pale King and The Broom of the System are the biggies I’ve read.

There’s Infinite Jest, but I got about halfway through and wanted to read some other books. I’ve also listened to him reading his porn essay, Big Red Son, and his commencement speech, This is Water. But I’ve not read the other Lobster essays; nor have I examined Oblivion or The Girl with the Curious Hair.

I like his work broadly speaking, but I think the emotional detail is lacking. I think it prevented him from producing works like Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin and pretty much every book Norman Mailer wrote. So Wallace had neither emotional nudity or a kind of progressive misogynism.