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In the stories that make up Oblivion , David Foster Wallace joins the rawest, most naked humanity with the infinite involutions of self-consciousness -- a combination that is dazzlingly, uniquely his. These are worlds undreamt of by any other mind. Only David Foster Wallace could convey a father's desperate loneliness by way of his son's daydreaming through a teacher's homicidal breakdown ( The Soul Is Not a Smithy ). Or could explore the deepest and most hilarious aspects of creativity by delineating the office politics surrounding a magazine profile of an artist who produces miniature sculptures in an anatomically inconceivable way ( The Suffering Channel ). Or capture the ache of love's breakdown in the painfully polite apologies of a man who believes his wife is hallucinating the sound of his snoring ( Oblivion ). Each of these stories is a complete world, as fully imagined as most entire novels, at once preposterously surreal and painfully immediate.
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Oblivion, David Foster Wallace
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- Titel
- Oblivion
- Untertitel
- Stories
- Sprache
- Englisch
- Autor*innen
- David Foster Wallace
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 2004
- Einband
- Hardcover
- Seitenzahl
- 329
- ISBN10
- 0316919810
- ISBN13
- 9780316919814
- Reihe
- Schlagwörter
- Belletristik, Gegenwartsliteratur, Kurzgeschichten, Amerikanische Literatur, Geschichten, 21. Jahrhundert, Postmoderne Literatur, Hysterischer Realismus
- Erstveröffentlichung
- 2004
- Originaltitel
- Oblivion: Stories
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- 4,05 von 5 Sternen
- Beschreibung
- In the stories that make up Oblivion , David Foster Wallace joins the rawest, most naked humanity with the infinite involutions of self-consciousness -- a combination that is dazzlingly, uniquely his. These are worlds undreamt of by any other mind. Only David Foster Wallace could convey a father's desperate loneliness by way of his son's daydreaming through a teacher's homicidal breakdown ( The Soul Is Not a Smithy ). Or could explore the deepest and most hilarious aspects of creativity by delineating the office politics surrounding a magazine profile of an artist who produces miniature sculptures in an anatomically inconceivable way ( The Suffering Channel ). Or capture the ache of love's breakdown in the painfully polite apologies of a man who believes his wife is hallucinating the sound of his snoring ( Oblivion ). Each of these stories is a complete world, as fully imagined as most entire novels, at once preposterously surreal and painfully immediate.