What is Hollywood, you ask, dear children? A quorum of whores babbling endlessly on about fucking while the bordello is razed for a penny arcade -- Paul Bern

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

DFW: LUI AND MOI, CORSICAN TWINS



A tragic note, pregnant with lost possibility, found among the effects of one David Foster Wallace, American academic and secondary Nabokov character.

(Redacted)
Random House
1745 Broadway
New York, NY 10019.

Dear Dave, (if we may...)

We love it! Your brilliant 666 pp. proposal for a humorous novelization of the 1911 Encyclopedia Britannica, strikes us not at all as (as you put it in your own inimitable yet humble way) "a solid tie-in that also may resolutely fulgurate my writer's block while zinging the average reader-wretch to the next level of consciousness..." but rather as the next great chapter in the building of your household cult. We're firing up the hecatombs with our crack pipes. Enclosed is a check. Get cracking!

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