More than any writer in his generation, David Foster Wallace dedicated himself to the question of how to make what he called “morally passionate, passionately moral fiction” that was also “ingenious and radiantly human.” That dedication may be seen in the boldness of his answers, the dozens of daring formal solutions that sought new and—for those with the patience to take them on their terms—revelatory ways of reframing the question with which fiction is always preoccupied: how to be in the world.
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