Read "The Echo Maker" by Richard Powers.
John Hodgeman (Hodgman?) is overrated. But I'm glad he's making a living and all. Pretend pretention has a place in this world.
"Consider the Lobster" is a much better essay than it has any right to be. But some of the other essays in DFW's book are a hodgepodge of footnotes. I wish he'd find a way to work his digressions INTO his essays, because in spite of the fact that he's a damn good writer, I think he could be better if he'd get over the footnote thing. Also, in his portrait of a talkshow radio host, he could very well have let the guy hang himself with his own rope, the footnotes were a little too pushing of a "take" that all readers (i.e. me) were picking up on really early.
I managed to do laundry today AND dishes AND garbage. I am letting the itty bitty spider build its web between my TV and cable box. For now. It's almost Christmas, after all. And I'm working The Eve. How saintly am I?
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