[...] I am too personally at my own firm of Alan Schoenweiss and Associates. 'So then where's Mr. Associates?' the hilarious Solomon Silverfish asks me every time he has had a cocktail in my presence. 'When do I get to meet Mr. Associates?' [...]
[...] To be a footnote in his narrative! To have him as a footnote in mine! Our little lives, petty and puny, rendered important, if at all, in afterthought, digression, totally random dude-ness, a Bernoullic tactic of tacking, that tracks as mere tendency and tender tending. But it is clear now th…
I remember coming out of a screening of the film, The Wrestler, starring Mickey Rourke and his face, and thinking, "Shit, I gotta call Dave and tell him about this movie." And then remembering--it was like a stab--that there was no more Dave.
We published "Mr. Squishy" with the fake name, but I don't think we fooled anyone for very long. Dave had at least four distinct styles, maybe more, but "Mr. Squishy" was written in his most recognizable. (OK, acknowledging that this is ill-thought-out and incomplete, a stab at his four most clear-…
I am reminded of the book's timeliness every time I teach it to 21st century undergraduates. Though they are properly dazzled by its mixture of high-tech literariness, pop-culture savvy, and story-telling brio, they are frankly bewildered by the book's urgency and sense of mission, Wallace's author…
