Title: Fragments of modernism not as compelling as his essays
Product review: I am a huge fan of DFW's non fiction. His essays are amongst the choicest examples of the modern form. But his fiction I'm not so sure. I keep gearing up for a shot at his mammoth Infinite Jest, but reading these trickles from his stream of consciousness mind puts me off. I can see the talent there, but these come across as flicked off the wrist exercises in craft. Neither particularly stylish nor funny. I think I'll stick to the non fiction.
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