The writer, existing only in reflection, is of all beings most excluded from the highest realms.
Over at the New Yorker, John Jeremiah Sullivan writes about the prominence of tennis in the works of David Foster Wallace—in both Wallace’s fiction and nonfiction, tennis is the writer’s most apparently revisited subject, and for good reason, as Sullivan argues: it’s literary.
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