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The broom of the system by David Foster Wallace; 7 editions; First published in ; Subjects: Fiction, Missing persons, Popular culture. Part of the Penguin Orange Collection, a limited-run series of twelve influential and beloved American classics in a bold series design offering a modern. This paper aims to discover to what extent the philosopher Jacques Derrida is present in the novel The Broom of the System by David Foster.
The someone else's tree frog. If there's a connection you can get out of knowing about THAT part of someone. That's what I want and I think stories are one of the ways to get it. And if it's not a story you could make stories out of it. If Lenore had learned out to make stories herself she might have felt less stuck in other people maybe subtextual instead of just sexual.
I would have loved this book forever for the toad story all by itself. I love this book. Not only for that but I know I'm not going to forget that one. My heart did that thing where it beat slower and faster at the same time. I said "Oh" to myself. There's so much more and it all read to me like telling me stories in that getting unstuck way. I'm a sensitive little fucker, really gasp!
What I like to do is get sensitive and sit there and ponder shit about people in books like they are real.
Then I take that shit and make people who are real into not real and so on. So I totally get the dilemna that Lenore had about how to be real. Wait, or is she resenting those of us that do the story making up?
Nooo, we have no control! Come back, Lenore! I was getting desperate for Lenore to dump Rick by the end, too.
When I say desperate I mean that I squirmed in my seat and sighed a lot. I'd put the book down and sigh some more it's all that damned Rick's fault. I would have said totally different things to him in those therapy sessions than Dr. Jay did. I love the conversations like these that make me start to have my own conversations. Lavache, aka The Antichrist, I didn't particularly care for. That and when Lenore cries for the first time ever in front of anyone were direct telling without the complicated space you have to figure out for yourself.
Nooooo, but I live for subtext and undertones! I tried not to read reviews again before writing mine because I had a feeling the complaints weren't going to be the same.
I really just got frustrated like Lavache was the wrong kind of mouth piece. I lost interest in Lenore. I couldn't get enough of Bloemker and his blow up doll, going to the desert to wander and lost bars. Hey, you know what I always loved about reviews of David Foster Wallace books on goodreads? The "This part was written just for me" reviews. I don't want to say what mine are out loud because they would then sound cheesey the cockatiel one is easy to guess by anyone who knows me here and not goosebumpy personal.
Then if anyone demanded to know and I gave in they would sound even weaker because I made a big deal about not telling right now just be content with cockatiels! And I love that Vlad the Impaler had a "mohawk". One of mine is Lester because he has Lester Young crest. I never thought of a mohawk, amazingly enough. Noooo, that's perfect! That means he's us too. Sensitive and thinks too much.
I wouldn't want it any other way. And I am unbelievably grateful to him for that because there are lots of times when I want it another way and it sucks to be so sensitive. Damn, does that mean that I can relate a bit to Rick too? Although, I think I would have dumped Lenore, too, and looked for the bad typists who penned those stories.
We'd run away. I'd be the toad and blink. And then I'd get blinked at. The best part is that there is no last word. All I want to do is read and I'm going to give my thanks to you. Run away with me! The review in my head was way better than this one. Forgot what I was gonna say, again. View all 17 comments. View all 5 comments. View all 23 comments. Dec 31, Bradley rated it really liked it Shelves: That's right.
Eight Steaks. And don't you fucking forget the desert. This novel is not the grotesquely fat monstrosity that wants not only to consume and replace the universe, as in Infinite Jest , but we do see the much smaller man that Wallace's later book becomes, as it engorges himself, and us, by proxy, in record time. I'm sure I'll incur the wrath of many IJ heads by saying that I absolutely love this book in comparison to that other whale.
The frankly told mini-tales were some of the coolest and craziest and fucked up stories, ever. Imagine good mini-novels told as a quick narrative in bed after or before sex, then imagine getting your mind fucked.
This is the kind of thing you can expect in this little novel, and it happens on many different levels.
Can I say how tickled I was by all the almost meta interpretations of turning your idea of self into a fully three dimensional character? This coming from a psychologist to one of the main characters? Well, shit, you have no idea, how many times I was tickled by similar awesome bits. Not really. There's a headlong rush of words speeding up and speeding up in a Wittgenstein coitus that ends in the ultimate of interruptus, almost as if we were hit over the head by a big broom.
I DO kinda wish I could be a little surprised by that, but it's par for course. Wonderful and smart characters, truly oddball situations and conversations, delightfully feathered prose that links all these disparate parts together in a paint splattered mosaic of trash. Seriously brilliant. Every page is enjoyable. We get the sense of a grand plan shaping. But of course, this is DFW.
He is the king of the fuck you. I did mention that he's rather heavy metal in his outlook on life, didn't I? He said just that. Fuck You. This is my introduction to DFW. This book is pretty impressive for being written by a year-old.
The problem is this book doesn't hold together really well. It feels like it has a plot but in the end you think about it and it didn't really have one. I didn't care too much for the end of the book and I felt like even though there were a lot of really funny parts, most of the humor is very awkward. I do want to go deeper into Wallace's works. Jan 19, Mark rated it did not like it. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers.
To view it, click here. I am angry at myself for finishing this book. It was a total waste of time. The only reason I did finish it was because the author introduced multiple story lines that had NOTHING to do with each other, and I was intrigued to see how Wallace would tie it all together. Which he did not do. At all. Around this scintillating non-plot I will throw in confusing items like: Then I will give no closure on anything! View all 12 comments. I was surprised at the sheer Gaddisness of this one narratorless dialogue, two interlocutors per section, frequently deployed throughout and not so surprised at the Delilloian weirdness and Barthian frametalemaking.
The structure seems intricate and impressive, although the plot is mostly linear—each alphabetical sub-chapter responds to events close to those in previous alphabetical sub-chapters, taking the sheen off the structural play.
Not sure I was particularly swept up by The Broom in the end—the mostpart was wildly entertaining but the whole felt largely aimless, building to climaxes that never climaxed. Certainly one heck of a debut novel. View all 4 comments. Robert McKee says: There must be an inciting incident very early on in the story- if possible, in the very first scene. If a scene does not progress your story, it is there most likely for background information.
Cut it out! Find another way to put in that information. DFW says: There must be an inciting incident at some point, surrounded by volumes of superfluity that wrap it up in pages of background information before the next plot point arises. Tell the story out of order for no apparent reason, undercutting almost all story progressions you have.
For example, if two characters are going to date, show them in bed together, and then explain how they first met- since your audience already knows that they are together, the excitement will instead come from… from um…  Robert McKee says: I say: Anton Chekhov says: Cut a good story anywhere, and it will bleed.
Hide your story under a thick callus, that chapters may be shorn off in their entirety with no harm done whatsoever to the sequence of events. Remove everything that has no relevance to the story. If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there. Lay guns on the floor, the walls, cover your characters in guns and meticulously detail every occasion on which they ever encountered a gun.
May none of them go off. Give the player a hint of the true depth of the world, and let them fill in the rest themselves. Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. Tell me the moon is shining, its angle, proportions, the exact hue and how it relates personally to each of the characters and the first time they saw the moon and how exactly the moon has and will always affect them because when they were five their mother first used bad language in front of them on the vernal equinox.
To be a young and famous artist is the killer. To be a young and famous artist is- the goal! Ira Glass says: Wait, seriously? Samuel R. Delany in Dhalgren says: Should I triumph over my laziness, I suspect I would banish all feeling for economical expression which is the basis of style. If I overcame my bitterness, I'm afraid my work would lose all wit and irony.
Were I to defeat my power-madness, my craving for fame and recognition, I suspect my work would become empty of all psychological insight, not to mention compassion for others who share my failings. Minus all three, we have work only concerned with the truth, which is trivial without those guys that moor it to the world that is the case. This is the heart of postmodernism.
Or wait, is it? All these things I seem to have collected after the age of 22, as a somewhat crude but nonetheless useful comparison. None of the writing seemed to be to be a knowledgeable revelation of the conceits of storytelling, it was much more accidental.
Back to the jealousy: And the chapters with the short story ideas: Have you never had a failed short story concept? In the pointless self vs. This is most apparent in artistic circles, but I see it extending to work of any form. This of course you already knew but as a scientist I'm not one to believe something without witnessing the evidence. Screenwriter Larry Cohen says: Anything in life is going to be disastrous for you if you live your life to please other people… and all the rest here at 5: That will be good enough for us!
Here are some thoughts on Goodreads reviews in general. Entropy is defined as follows: Why, if you are a writer or otherwise, would you need to love and understand every enormous complex book that comes your way?
Would you need to pretend to understand it, ever? There was a code implanted in my brain that set off quite recently and programmed me to voraciously consume and purge out art.
Why then, if that is true, would that change for writing reviews or fiction? Becoming Yourself he will suggest that the non-linearity of his writing reflects the non-linearity of modern life. Why Facebookman is the worst superhero ever: He goes to restaurants and clubs. He travels to infinite destinations, although mostly the locations whose tourist boards pay for them to appear in Hollywood films.
When there is a tragic news event, Facebookman is capable of real human emotion. Good and evil do battle in everyone but him. What does a well-lived life look like? Clearly he believes it has an appearance. And foreign travel used to be a luxury: Us twenty and thirty-somethings are so concerned with dying and Making The Most Of It, rarely doing either. Who Lost? Postmodernist literature was in its prime once the TV was everywhere, and in part illustrated the quantity of stories and level of choice, the customisability of spare time, the blandness of real life compared to the action, comedy, horror, tragedy of TV.
Every postmodernist argument has accentuated a thousand-fold with internet dependence. Postmodern angst is rife: But can we say how we feel without caring, submit our real thoughts knowing that they could be shot down by anyone, at any time?
I don't think that anyone needs or is able to be the living embodiment of the things they believe in. Rigid principles are one of the things Facebook subtly encourages, a permanent record of all activity stretching out years with the potential to be thrown back in our faces by friends, family, prospective employers, every keystroke in an invisible database to be used against you.
A silent life, a life not necessarily in pictures? Take the following quote from Proust as an example: But can we use it to see the world through each other? Saying how we feel, giving too much away? At best, the competition can end if you want- there were no winners. At least, you saw it through my eyes.
I will always sympathise with you if you feel Facebook status anxiety: View all 19 comments. Oh, se quei capelli sanno mordere. Di quei capelli io conosco il morso. In questo romanzo troviamo di tutto: I sure wasted a lot of time in college is all I can say.
All in all, not a bad PoMo novel from a undergraduate senior thesis. Some ideas didn't seem to be finished, or put away, but that also seems to be a familiar theme in DFW's work. Any literate individual. I respectfully disagree with the always self-degrading and self-conscious author Rest In Peace. In fact, due the relative success of this novel, and his inability to utilize it properly, Wallace had a mental breakdown.
The circumstances around this book, both before and after, are incredibly interesting, and regretfully, there is a whole lot of space here to talk abou David Foster Wallace was once quoted as saying "The Broom Of The System seems like it was written by a very smart 14 year old". The circumstances around this book, both before and after, are incredibly interesting, and regretfully, there is a whole lot of space here to talk about them.
On the most basic level, he was a genius at Amherst, wrote this as a result of reading Thomas Pynchon's 'Lot 49', got published, then moved to Arizona and all his professors were realists, therefore hated his work, etc. No one ever accused David Foster Wallace of being boring. Regardless of aforementioned knowledge that I have because a full on intellectual crush on the now deceased David Foster Wallace, I absolutely loved this book. Easily my favorite debut novel of almost any writer. To explain fully why I did, I will have to start from the beginning of my readings of his works.
Brief Interviews With Hideous Men , a collection of short stories, was my first exposure to this wonderfully creative man. The collection made me double take more than once. I would read a page, and then have to read it again. He was literally, like nothing I had ever read before. Undoubtedly, comparisons to Thomas Pynchon will come, Nabokov and others as well. However, I entirely disagreed. With this collection, he entirely set himself apart from any other writer, contemporary or historically.
Admittedly, I did struggle through a few of the stories. In fact, I almost set it down a few times due to the sheer verbosity of Mr. Yet, it was all worth it, because he hooked me. I decided to next read some of his non-fiction. All that can be said about this collection has already been said.
Wonderfully original, thought provoking on every subject from biographies about literary giant Fyodor Dostoevsky to weather boiling lobsters alive is cruel, or the only way to do. He can make you laugh incredibly hard, or put you in a self-reflective state you didn't even know existed. And this on an essay about McCain on the campaign trail!
She isn't a fan of short stories, or of non-fiction. Since TBOFS as it will henceforth be referred to as came first and is much shorter, she choose to start off with David Foster Wallace's first published work. She ended up flying through the novel in about 3 days and told me I absolutely had to read it.
And of course I did. To call this novel any sort of superlative that means 'Brilliant', just isn't enough. The amount of concentration and just inherent intense cranial activity is astounding.
The novel starts with 3 girls smoking a joint in a dorm room, and getting barged in on by some football playing jocks; by the end of the novel, you know exactly why DFW employs this story. I really don't want to spoil too much, but I can tell you that this book doesn't disappoint.
He connects things in a way that just kind of makes you have to just chuckle at his brilliance and not feel to bad that you wern't born with a brain like his. The actual plot line begins chapter 3 in a somewhat futuristic Cleveland, with Lenore Beadsman finding out her great-grandmother Lenore Beadsman has run away from her nursing home. The novel essentially revolves around Lenore's quest to find her grandmother, her relationship with her excessively neurotic, possessive and needy boyfriend Rick Vigorous, and her talking parrot who eventually ends up on a Christian television show.
Highlights include the couples joint psychologist who is a fraud, is terribly unethical, and obsessed with hygiene-disorder. The short stories within the stories are often pretty good as well, I particularly enjoyed the one with the woman who has a toad living in her neck. Yes, he is that clever is so hilarious. These corporate types and a governor decide the people need to get back to nature; so they artificially manufacture the desert as a tourist trap.
The ultimate accomplishment of the book though, is Wallace's talent for playing with with the nature of linguistics. He took his philosophy major ideas, using Wittgenstein as a jumping block, and took off with it.
His main character isn't sure if they are real. Lenore's great-grandmother was a student of said philosopher and indoctrinates Lenore with her 'knowledge' R. V is a terrible writer at a publishing firm that doesn't publish. Her parrot talks and shouts Auden, along with the Bible. The entire novel revolves around words and their implications.
Really, so much can be said about this novel that I can't begin to cover it here. I was challenged, but I was entertained as well. Wallace proves that these things are not mutually exclusive I read this book in two sittings and was at no point, bored or distracted. I'm very glad I read this before "Infinite Jest" because I think it will make it a lot easier to get into how he plots his mind over a large area of space, since most of his other stuff only clocks in at tops, pages.
One thing that was interesting about this work was the lack of his almost-trademarked over-usage of footnotes and endnotes. Almost disconcerting to read his work all the way through without have to go to the end of the page and back up.
I would recommend that everyone read this before Infinite Jest; it has been my experience that if you read an authors not-as-seminal work before their greatest novel, you will always get more out of it.
Not only will you understand Wallace better as a writer, but you will enjoy possibly the greatest novel of any post-postmodernist contemporary writer to date. If you read the book, you'll see why I did Part 1 Judith Prietht. Once I sounded it out I hated her so much. Oh, the hair can bite. On the down side, the characters were hard to root for. They each have a personality controlled by a quirk or addiction that made them feel cold, and the story at times feel distant. Situations like the opening scene still worked and got my heart rate up, but overall it was hard to connect with anyone and I had to push through some parts.
The Wittgenstein stuff doesn't overpower too much, DFW played around with signs whose definitions could only be made through their use in language. Also, several companies were sharing the same phone number, so again one sign a phone number whose meaning is formed through its use in language; in this case, a phone conversation.
That helped me forgive the lack of character building but I was still a little disappointed at the detachment I felt towards everyone. Thankfully, more Dr. Jay was injected into this volume and he went with his Hegel and Derrida infused analysis. It dragged on my interest and caused me to put the book away for later. Jay scenes: Nothing more at all. And same with me, seems like. Gramma says words can kill and create. Sorrise beffardamente? Dico, hai mai visto qualcuno sorridere beffardamente?
Nessuno sorride beffardamente, tranne nei libri. Non era autentico. Era tipo un racconto su un racconto. Un universo di comica tristezza.
The broom of the system
Un continuo ridere con un costante groppo in gola. Un ininterrotto incupirsi senza poter fare a meno di mostrare i denti. Parce sepulto, diceva quello.
E io lo parco il sepulto, eccome se lo parco. Prima, mai. E per qualche giorno mi era sembrato che non averlo letto - dai, non hai letto Infinite Jest? E neanche La scopa del sistema? Insomma, devo confessare che ero un po' preoccupato: Che vergogna. Sono tornato a casa, ho letto un racconto, forse due, al limite tre, e mi sono detto che no, non ero pronto per la superba scrittura del maestro contemporaneo.
Per tacere, poi, delle recensioni entusiaste dei lettori su forum, blog e social network. Allora sono io, mi sono detto. Qua bisogna tentare di nuovo, mi sono convinto. Stavolta parto in ordine, ho infine deciso. Extramarc Duke University Libraries.
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Scanningcenter boston. Worldcat source edition See also WorldCat this item. There are no reviews yet. Be the first one to write a review. Books for People with Print Disabilities. Internet Archive Books. Delaware County District Library Ohio.I DO kinda wish I could be a little surprised by that, but it's par for course. Ingenious and entertaining, this debut from one of the most innovative writers of his generation brilliantly explores the paradoxes of language, storytelling, and reality.
You want to play Hi Bob with us? I'm not convinced. Would you need to pretend to understand it, ever? Get it?
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When Thermos woman dies on the train and the tree frog finds the man who couldn't help but fall in love with everything. Part of what's so funny about it is the same thing so many haterz find repulsive about books in the postmodern canon: Last edited by ImportBot. The entire novel revolves around words and their implications.