This is a really sad day.
Jonathan Franzen may finally get his wish to destroy experimental fiction fulfilled.
One can only hope this is some sort of a horrible joke, which is definitely a possibility since David Foster Wallace has been known to be quite an eccentric.
I’ve been flipping through Amy Sedaris’ new book I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence last couple of days. In the chapter about accommodating sick guests, Sedaris instructs the reader to replace herbal craps in the medicine cabinet with stuff that actually works, namely scheduled prescription drugs Adderall, Valium, and Xanax. She also says it’s not a good idea to steal a sick friend’s controlled substances by which I presume she really means “go for it!”
That got me thinking. I’ve been crazy (clinically) for more than a decade and has been on pretty much every single first-line antidepressant there is, yet only scheduled drug I got is Ativan, which is only a CDSA Schedule IV drug. And, I only got five 0.5mg tablets!
Perhaps I should start faking suicidal ideation and see if my psychiatrist will inject me with ketamine.
