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“Eyes the broad-shouldered faceless character that symbolizes Men’s Room, does Sternberg, and struggles with himself. He’s needed a bowel movement for hours, and since the LordAloft 7:10 lifted things have gotten critical. He tried, back at O’Hare. But he was unable to, because he was afraid to, afraid that Mark, who has the look of someone who never just has to, might enter the rest room and see Sternberg’s shoes under a stall door and know that he, Sternberg, was having a bowel movement in that stall, infer that Sternberg had bowels, and thus organs, and thus a body. Like many Americans of his generation in this awkwardest of post-Imperial decades, an age suspended between exhaustion and replenishment, between input too ordinary to process and input too intense to bear, Sternberg is deeply ambivalent about being embodied; an informing fear that, were he really just an organism, he’d be nothing more than an ism of his organs.”

Quote by David Foster Wallace

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Girl With Curious Hair

This book is a compilation of fiction pieces that showcase David Foster Wallace's early literary style, characterized by dense prose, dark humor, and a fascination with the peculiar. The stories often delve into the minds of eccentric characters, examining their interactions with society and each other. The title story, 'Girl With Curious Hair,' is one of several narratives that challenge conventional storytelling through experimental structure and vivid, sometimes unsettling, imagery. more

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David Foster Wallace
David Foster Wallace

American novelist known for his unique literary style and profound insights into modern life. His works include 'Infinite Jest' and 'The Broom of the System'. more

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