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A Supposedly Posthumous Fun Interview with DFW Which We’ll Probably Never Do Again; But You Never Know
101 pages, Unknown Binding
Published December 25, 2017
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About the author
Edward Drobinski
77 books18 followersI have no idea why I write. I know that I like to and wish I had done it all my life. I've thought of various reasons why I started which come and go. The only one which keeps coming back, is that my beginnings coincided with when my dog, Daisy, started to slow down. I am an embarassing 65 years of age now, and I enjoy writing more than anything else, other than being with Daisy. If I could venture a purpose, which isn't easy, it would be that I like to keep doing different things. I hope readers do not want to hear the same story over and over again. They all are derivative and boring.
I intend to try to tell the sagas of various people at the most interesting time of their lives. I think that to do follow ups with the same characters is more lucrative, but would result in lesser stories for the readers and would be tedious for me. We are all entitled to have some fun. Despite the logic conveyed by those most beneficial of the sadness, aren't we entitled to live and love? The answer seems so obvious.
I intend to try to tell the sagas of various people at the most interesting time of their lives. I think that to do follow ups with the same characters is more lucrative, but would result in lesser stories for the readers and would be tedious for me. We are all entitled to have some fun. Despite the logic conveyed by those most beneficial of the sadness, aren't we entitled to live and love? The answer seems so obvious.
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January 10, 2018
At once a hypothetical conversation with a dead author, a takedown of social media and lit culture, and a farcical look at the talkshow interview setup, A Supposedly Posthumous Fun Interview is actually a lot more fun than its title would suggest. I probably haven't read enough of DFW's actual interviews to make the best judge of any liberties taken putting words in his mouth here, but for the most part it rings true, and I feel that I came away from the proceedings with a better understanding of DFW the person vs. "The DFW Brand."
I also got to hear a lot of the same bitter gripes I've been hearing from this author ever since he got banned from Goodreads and started trolling my blog through an unending succession of sock puppets. Love him or hate him (or merely just tolerate him, as I do), Drobinski has got some things to say about Goodreads and its denizens as well, and he does so in this book with more humor and coherence than usual.
He's still a little fucker, though.
I also got to hear a lot of the same bitter gripes I've been hearing from this author ever since he got banned from Goodreads and started trolling my blog through an unending succession of sock puppets. Love him or hate him (or merely just tolerate him, as I do), Drobinski has got some things to say about Goodreads and its denizens as well, and he does so in this book with more humor and coherence than usual.
He's still a little fucker, though.
September 29, 2018
I write this review with sincerest apologies to Mr. Drobinski (assuming he reads goodreads reviews, since he seems to despise them based on some of the contents of this book.) Mr. Drobinski, I really did try to find a copy of your book to purchase, but I was unable. I also looked for a way to contact you, but you eluded me. I would have loved to buy this book, but alas I had to find it through other means... Big thanks to the super secret source by the way. You know who you are.
As for the book, it begins with so much harem-scarem and pomposity that I was pretty sure it was going to be bullshit from jump. I was happily proven wrong by the interview portion of the novella which is thoughtful and thought provoking. Despite the satirical bent of much of the novel, Drobinski genuinely seems to care about Wallace, at least enough to make the character feel real. Or as real as the DFW Brand would have us believe if we take Drobinski’s earliest points.
There’s a lot of po-mo dick swinging and namedropping in this book, and that’s kind of the only annoying thing about the interview side of the novella. It’s infinite irony. Are we actually viewing the work through the lens of Derrida? Are we using his name because other po-mo critics do? Is that funny? Are we laughing? It’s endless and there is no real solution provided by Drobinski. The writing seems to indicate he thinks they’re all phonies, but who can actually say. I’m sure that if he is reading this he’ll get a laugh out of the fact I’m even talking about it. Still. It’s in the book.
Final word: This is the closest thing we’re going to get to fresh David Foster Wallace. It’s genuinely worth a look if you ever cared about that author or his work. Oh and Arthur Graham (a favorite goodreader of mine and editor at Horror Sleeze Trash) gets a very kind paragraph thrown at him as well! So that’s kind of cool. Good book. 4.5
As for the book, it begins with so much harem-scarem and pomposity that I was pretty sure it was going to be bullshit from jump. I was happily proven wrong by the interview portion of the novella which is thoughtful and thought provoking. Despite the satirical bent of much of the novel, Drobinski genuinely seems to care about Wallace, at least enough to make the character feel real. Or as real as the DFW Brand would have us believe if we take Drobinski’s earliest points.
There’s a lot of po-mo dick swinging and namedropping in this book, and that’s kind of the only annoying thing about the interview side of the novella. It’s infinite irony. Are we actually viewing the work through the lens of Derrida? Are we using his name because other po-mo critics do? Is that funny? Are we laughing? It’s endless and there is no real solution provided by Drobinski. The writing seems to indicate he thinks they’re all phonies, but who can actually say. I’m sure that if he is reading this he’ll get a laugh out of the fact I’m even talking about it. Still. It’s in the book.
Final word: This is the closest thing we’re going to get to fresh David Foster Wallace. It’s genuinely worth a look if you ever cared about that author or his work. Oh and Arthur Graham (a favorite goodreader of mine and editor at Horror Sleeze Trash) gets a very kind paragraph thrown at him as well! So that’s kind of cool. Good book. 4.5
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