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The intellectual gymnastics and ceaseless rumination endure (if you don't have a tolerance for that kind of thing, your nose doesn't belong in this book), but they are for the most part couched in simpler, less frenzied narratives. The book's four-piece namesake takes the form of interview transcripts, in which the conniving horror that is the male gender is revealed in all of its licentious glory. In the short, two-part "The Devil Is a Busy Man," Wallace strolls through the Hall of Mirrors that is human motivation. (Is it possible to completely rid an act of generosity of any self-serving benefits? And why is it easier to sell a couch for five dollars than it is to give it away for free?) The even shorter glimpse into modern-day social ritual, "A Radically Condensed History of Postindustrial Life," stretches the seams of its total of seven lines with scathing economy: "She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces." Wallace also imbues his extreme observational skills with a haunting poetic sensibility. Witness what he does to a diving board and the two darkened patches at the end of it in "Forever Overhead":
It's going to send you someplace which its own length keeps you from seeing, which seems wrong to submit to without even thinking.... They are skin abraded from feet by the violence of the disappearance of people with real weight.Of course, not every piece is an absolute winner. "The Depressed Person" slips from purposefully clinical to unintentionally boring. "Tri-Stan: I Sold Sissee Nar to Ecko" reimagines an Arthurian tale in MTV terms and holds your attention for about as long as you'd imagine from such a description. Ultimately, however, even these failed experiments are a testament to Mr. Wallace's endless if unbridled talent. Once he gets the reins completely around that sucker, it's going to be quite a ride. --Bob Michaels --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
This is definately not a book that feminists will applaud; the men here are brazen, outspoken and often churlish.
The story told from the point of view of a bathroom attendee is erudite as only DFW could be, using language and perspective in unparalleled lucidity.
I found it hard to keep up because it was written like a thought and I find it quite difficult to read the way you think.
This author is one of the very few writers who seem to truly enjoy writing. He seems to be playing with the words and the stories. Truly a great book.Published 1 month ago by Elizabeth
What a loss that this fellow committed suicide, but on the other hand, from his writing, it is hard not to get the sense that he was practically empathic. Read morePublished 2 months ago by anne jones
Even here, in what is one of his more minor books, Foster Wallace's immense genius is eminently present. Read morePublished 4 months ago by Brandon Boesch
If your not a reader, it is definitely difficult to understand. David Foster Wallace writes in a way that is uniquePublished 5 months ago by Courtney
Here are a few truths about Brief Interviews with Hideous Men:
1) I first read the book as a senior at Yale, in 2002. Read more
Contained long glimpses of brilliance. There were a few pieces I simply did not get. Others were scary accurate. Overall, one more experience of the magic that is his writing. Read morePublished 8 months ago by S. A. Taylor
DFW in my opinion is the best modern author we have in America. There are a couple of stories in this collection that pushed me to new places. Read morePublished 9 months ago by Thomas Carr
Parts of this book I really had to wade through, but it was worth it to come to the parts that were pure genius in their complexity. Read morePublished 11 months ago by Joey