I used to hate David Foster Wallace, when I was in college and he was teaching at "the Illinois State University at Normal" (or did he say "Bloomington"? I can’t remember) as if there’s any other one and no one calls it "the Illinois State University" anyway, fucker. Drop the "the" or just call it "State" or run off to Pomona where, had I known you were there, I would have felt compelled to spit on your office door.
That’s a good question.
I don’t know.
I haven’t ever read one of his books.
But I hated how kids would go over to State to take his creative writing class and come back to our class like God himself had breathed right in their mouths. And I hated how he slouched around town with his stupid bandana being singularly unfriendly and better than us.
I hated him because he seemed to be ashamed to be some place so ordinary.
Maybe he was just shy.