David Foster Wallace was an intensity around an emptiness. Above all, he feared exposure as a solipsistic fraud, and that’s what he was, at least as a writer. He wrote too many words about too many things, pretending an interest in the world, a love of the world, that he simply didn’t have. Philip Larkin, a good writer, admitted that he experienced this life as mainly boredom and fear. Perhaps if DFW had admitted that he felt the same, he might have spared himself the playacting of his thinly garrulous novels and essays. It must be a very sour thing to hear again and again that one is a “genius” and a “great writer” when one is obviously neither.... which doesn't answer yiftach's question, of course...
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