This post was written by guest blogger Carrie Frye.
David Foster Wallace’s latest collection of short stories, Oblivion, is reviewed in Kirkus. The book gets a star and the note that “one of our best young writers just keeps getting better.”
Now, I’m the first to get in line with the love for DFW but does he really qualify as a “young writer” anymore? He seems to be at an awkward molting phase, somewhere between “young buck in a bandanna at the KGB Bar” and “august literary lion.” Though I know what the reviewer means, he seems young. Still, they should come up for some sexy word for writers in their 40s and lump Franzen and Moody in there too.
(Link via Rake’s Progress, who apparently never stinking sleeps.)