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Death is not the end

4 oktober, 2011

Så här i Nobelpristider kan jag rekommendera David Foster Wallace kortnovell ”Death is not the end” som återfinns i den roliga och bra Brief interviews with hideous men. Foster Wallace är olyckligt dåligt översatt till svenska och hans namn nämns just nu oftast i intervjuer med Jonathan Franzen (de båda var bästisar, innan Foster Wallace tog sitt liv). Den är tre sidor så det finns ingen ursäkt att inte läsa den. Den börjar så här:

The fifty-six-year-old American poet, a Nobel Laureate, a poet known in American literary circles as ”the poet’s poet” or somtimes simply ’the Poet’, lay outside on the deck, bar-chested, moderately overweight, in a partially reclined deck chair, in the sun, reading, half supine, moderately but not severely overweight, winner of two National Book Awards, a National Book Critics Circle Award, a Lamont Prize, two grants from the National Endowment for the Arts, a Prix de Rome, a Lannan Foundation Fellowship, a MacDowell Medal, and a Mildred and Harold Strauss Living Award from the American Academy and the Institute of Arts and Letters, a president emeritus of PEN, a poet two separate American generations have hailed as the voice of their generations, now fifty-six, lying in an unwet XL Speedo-brand swimsuit in an incrementally reclinable canvas deck chair on the tile deck beside the home’s pool, a poet who was among the first ten Americans to receive a ’Genius Grant’ from the prestigious John D. and Catherine T. MacArthur Foundation, one of the only three American recipients of the Nobel Prize for Literature now living, 5’8″, 181 lbs.

Och så fortsätter den. Kanske inte det mest typiska exemplet på Foster Wallace geni men en kul novell likafullt.

 
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