A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again

Book: A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again
Author: The illustrious DFW
Where I read it: on the couch, curled up with the cat, and also on my lunch breaks, which consisted of me eating from a huge tub of cottage cheese, an untoasted bagel, an apple, a roma tomato, and sometimes a banana.

What I thought: See, now this is a good collection of shit. My two favorite essays of all time are included in this book, and a hilarious breakdown of David Lynch as well. The title essay is a postcard snapshot of DFW's trip on a cruise ship, paid for by Harper's magazine, and is long long long. Unbelievable in it's length, considering that the author is a severe agoraphobe, and can barely muster the strength daily to leave his tiny cabin. And the detail. Oh the detail. My god, it's so nice to read something written by someone with the observational talents of Sherlock Holmes. My other favorite is a piece written in the same way about the Illinois State Fair.

Really, these essays are so funny that I can't reread them while I'm eating for fear of shooting partially masticated food bits and/or liquid all over the table. And I already know what's going to happen.

This book is in my personal top ten, along with the other Davids: Sedaris and Eggers. It's one of the rare tomes that have tons of underlining in the first half, and then I realized that I was underlining more than I was leaving blank, and so I stopped.