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This Is Water<\/em><\/strong> <\/span>
\nby David Foster Wallace (2005) <\/span>
\nLittle, Brown and Company (2009) <\/span>
\n138 pp<\/span><\/p>\n

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[fusion_dropcap boxed=”no” boxed_radius=”” class=”” id=”” color=”#003366″]T[\/fusion_dropcap]oday’s post will be a bit different.\u00a0In a prize drawing by Nonsuch Book<\/a>, I won\u00a0a copy of David Foster Wallace’s\u00a0“This Is Water,” (thanks, Frances!) published this month.\u00a0I decided to put some of my thoughts on it and a short piece by Wallace recently published in The New Yorker<\/em> (March 9, 2009, issue).<\/p>\n

When David Foster Wallace committed suicide last fall I admit that I initially lost quite a bit of respect for him.\u00a0Recently I’ve had to revise my views on his way of ending.\u00a0The New Yorker<\/em> published an article by D.T. Max about Wallace’s long struggle with depression, with his not-to-be finished book, with his medication, and with suicide.\u00a0I highly recommend reading it.\u00a0Max is able to reconcile, for those of us who needed it, Wallace’s suicide (at the age of 46; he\u00a0hung himself in his garage where his wife found him) and Wallace’s struggle to live a compassionate life and to write compassionate literature.<\/p>\n

I could then read with gusto and\u00a0sympathy\u00a0(rather than cynicism)\u00a0his short speech “This Is Water,” which was delivered to the 2005 graduating class of Kenyon College.<\/p>\n

It is a very short speech, available online <\/a>for anyone not looking to collect Wallace’s works in book form.\u00a0However, in the short space Wallace is able to inject a lot of feeling along with his idiosyncratic style. I wish my commencement speech were as well told and, dare I say it, inspiring. I’m not sure Wallace wanted his speech to be “inspiring”; he seems to dislike the potential to lock up his thoughts in a sort of Graduation Speech genre. Frequently he says he is not<\/em> trying to instill morals among the audience, just a way to look at life, a way that involves constantly being aware of one’s surroundings and choosing to act with compassion.\u00a0Perhaps it sounds clich\u00e9d, but he knows that.\u00a0What we get then is a new perspective on an old message.\u00a0All in all, it is worth the ten minutes it takes to read.<\/p>\n

Ten minutes?\u00a0And yet\u00a0Little, Brown has released it in book form and is charging $15 for something I can get online for free? The short answer: Yes. And I can’t defend purchasing it, except that you can then have a nice volume of a nice speech.<\/p>\n

To stretch the speech to book length, Little, Brown\u00a0chose to put a singular sentence on each page,\u00a0in the end getting\u00a0137 pages.\u00a0That means that some pages have an emphatic “That is real freedom.”<\/p>\n

It’s the other pages, though, the ones\u00a0filled with sentences\u00a0in\u00a0true Wallace flare:<\/p>\n

It’s the end of the workday, and the traffic’s very bad, so getting to the store takes way longer than it should, and when you finally get there, the supermarket is very crowded, because of course it’s the time of day when all the other people with jobs also try to squeeze in some grocery shopping, and the store is hideously flourescently lit, and infused with soul-killing Muzak or corporate pop, and it’s pretty much the last place you want to be, but you can’t just get in and quickly out.<\/span><\/p>\n

You have to wander all over the huge, overlit store’s crowded aisles to find the stuff you want, and you have to maneuver your junky cart through all these other tired, hurried people with carts, and of course there are also the glacially slow old people and the spacey people and the ADHD kids who all block the aisle, and you have to grit your teeth and try to be polite as you ask them to let you by, and eventually, finally, you get all your supper supplies, except now it turns out there aren’t enough checkout lanes open even though it’s the end-of-day rush, so the checkout line is incredibly long.<\/span><\/p>\n

Which is stupid and infuriating, but you can’t take your fury out on the frantic lady working the register, who is overworked at a job whose daily tedium and meaninglessness surpass the imagination of any of us here at a prestigious college . . . but anyway, you finally get to the checkout line’s front, and you pay for your food, and wait to get your check or card authenticated by a machine, and you get told to ‘Have a nice day’ in a voice that is the absolute voice of death<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

And then you have to take your creepy flimsy plastic bags of groceries in your cart with the one crazy wheel that pulls maddeningly to the left, all the way out through the croweded, bumpy, littery parking lot, and try to load the bags in your car in such a way that everything doesn’t fall out of the bags and roll around in the trunk on the way home, and then you have to drive all the way home through slow, heavy, SUV-intensive rush-hour traffic, et cetera, et cetera.<\/span><\/p>\n

Everyone here has done this, of course — but it hasn’t yet been part of you graduates’ actual life routine, day after week afer month after year.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Sounds very encouraging, no?\u00a0 In his great form, Wallace, in a commencement speech, is able to keep his writing fresh, bringing up a detail here and there, only to bring them up again later in a large, very meaningful, repetitious but fresh conglomeration of details.\u00a0In the end it feels empowering.<\/p>\n

Which brings me to the next part of this post.\u00a0In the same issue as the Max article, The New Yorker <\/em>published what, as far as I can tell, is a segment of Wallace’s unfinished book: The Pale King<\/em>.\u00a0The book is apparently an unfinished mamoth, and will probably be published in its state much like 2666<\/em> was.\u00a0However, like 2666<\/em> what is written is wondrous, at least in its individual units.<\/p>\n

“Wiggle Room” (also available free online<\/a>) is a four-page segment about Lane Dean, Jr., one of the workers “whose daily tedium and meaninglessness surpass the imagination”: he is one of the unfortunate souls who checks tax returns for the IRS.<\/p>\n

This was boredom beyond boredom he’d ever felt.\u00a0This made the routing desk at UPS look like a day at Six Flags.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Lane imagines a beach and flexes his buttocks in order to provide a slight diversion.\u00a0The beach slowly changes, though, becoming less like paradise and more like a cold gray death.\u00a0He challenges himself to not look at the clock, to do three tax returns before looking at the clock again.\u00a0Time goes slowly, and we fill it, though we are wipping through the prose.\u00a0Lane also keeps a picture of his young family on his desk, an attempt to keep him sane and keep away desperate thoughts:<\/p>\n

Never before in his life up to now had he once thought of suicide.\u00a0 He was doing a return at the same time he fought with his mind, with the sin and affront of even the passing thought.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

As always, the details are superb.\u00a0Wallace can describe a boring job in a way that is anything but boring, placing in details that seem disparate but that actually go along nicely: “Everyone’s face was the color of wet led in the flourescent light.\u00a0You could make a semiprivate cubicle out of the screens, like the team leader had.”<\/p>\n

And, also as always, the story takes an unexpected but wonderful turn. Another worker puts his “ham” on Lane’s desk and begins to talk about the Word.\u00a0“Bore.”<\/p>\n

Word appears suddenly in 1766. No known etymology. The Earl of March uses it in a letter describing a French peer of the realm. . . .\u00a0In fact, the first three appearances of “bore” in English conjoin with the adjective “French” — that French bore, that boring Frenchman, yes?<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

We go in depth, but it is a great trip, I assume even if you don’t like to learn about words and their origins (I do).\u00a0Though a segment of a greater work, the story comes together, or at least, it ends. I didn’t want it too.\u00a0Which means, I’m looking forward to seeing The Pale King<\/em> in whatever form it comes.<\/p>\n

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