Jun 29 2004
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the neverending sentence
i seem to find myself getting lost in the neverending sentences of David Foster Wallace’s Oblivion. i’ve been trying valiantly to stay on track, but when the sentences stretch to six or seven lines my mind either begins to wander or fall asleep. after a week, i’m still only 46 pages into the first story, “Mr. Squishy.” so tonight, for a different change of pace, i opened Lisa Glatt’s A Girl Becomes a Comma Like That.
all i have to say is that i think i’m in love.
