There is no way for me to adequately review David Lipsky’s erm, book-length interview? biography? of David Foster Wallace, Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself. Why? Because I approached the book like it was 1986 and it was an issue of Tiger Beat featuring a fold-out poster of C. Thomas Howell.

I devoured it in the greedy, selfish way teenaged girls devour fun facts about Justin Bieber, stopping just short of making lists of things DFW and I had in common. Undoubtedly the notebook containing such a list (were it to exist) would have featured a cover filled with Jodi Chromey Foster Wallace, Jodi Foster Wallace, Jodi + David in loopy girl cursive.

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