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More About Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story by D. T. MaxOverviewThe first biography of the most influential writer of his generation, David Foster Wallace
David Foster Wallace was the leading literary light of his era, a man who not only captivated readers with his prose but also mesmerized them with his brilliant mind. In this, the first biography of the writer, D. T. Max sets out to chart Wallace's tormented, anguished and often triumphant battle to succeed as a novelist as he fights off depression and addiction to emerge with his masterpiece, "Infinite Jest. "
Since his untimely death by suicide at the age of forty-six in 2008, Wallace has become more than the quintessential writer for his time--he has become a symbol of sincerity and honesty in an inauthentic age. In the end, as Max shows us, what is most interesting about Wallace is not just what he wrote but how he taught us all to live. Written with the cooperation of Wallace's family and friends and with access to hundreds of his unpublished letters, manuscripts, and audio tapes, this portrait of an extraordinarily gifted writer is as fresh as news, as intimate as a love note, as painful as a goodbye.
Publishers Weekly Reviews
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- Reviewed in: Publishers Weekly, page .
- Review Date: 2012-07-09
- Reviewer: Staff
The success of the first “big” biography on David Foster Wallace depends on your expectations. If you are looking for a straightforward depiction of a life’s events, Max’s take covers all the principal mile markers of Wallace’s life. Expectations for more than that, however, may result in disappointment. The book begins with Wallace’s childhood and ends with his suicide, detailing both the highs (his marriage to Karen Green) and lows (his string of breakdowns that began in college). There is the mutating public and critical opinion of his work, his troubled history with women, and his tendency to roam for much of his life while he struggled to balance writing and relationships, and writing and well-being. A substantial amount of the text is spent on Wallace’s correspondence with family and friends, including Don DeLillo and Jonathan Franzen, whom Wallace confided in and used as sounding boards for his writing difficulties and his broader life fears. But the dialogue presented in the book is vastly one-sided in Wallace’s favor, and no one else is given enough space to become more than a supportive acquaintance—his father and sister are scarcely mentioned after the first chapter. The facts are all there, but Max (The Family That Couldn’t Sleep: Unraveling a Medical Mystery) often seems in a hurry to report them, rarely stopping to explore Wallace’s struggles with his social identity or his creative evolution. The book’s “slowest” moment is perhaps its strongest: a small chunk of pages devoted to Wallace’s shift to “single-entendre writing” as a reaction against the pervasive irony of the ’90s—the turning point that became the beating heart of Infinite Jest. Distancing and destructive by nature, irony, as Max writes, “got dangerous when it became a habit.” Suddenly for Wallace, “sincerity was a virtue and saying what you meant a calling.” One wishes Max would have spent more time on such insights. Instead, the quick pace becomes the book’s central flaw, with the potential for immersion quashed by the book’s own need to finish. While this will certainly satisfy those curious about Wallace’s chronology, it’s hard not to expect more from a biography on a writer of Wallace’s stature. (Sept.)