synopsis of brief interviews with hideous men

They’ll look a little confused, perhaps bored. One never knew, after all, now did one now did one now did one.Īnd, as they finish reading, you’ll beam at them and nod your head knowingly.

The man who’d introduced them didn’t much like either of them, though he acted as if did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. They will hurriedly change the subject–you’ve already foisted so many unwanted books on them, and who even has time to read now?–but you will persevere! “Here,” you’ll say, “Read “A Radically Condensed History of Postindustrial Life”–it’s only two paragraphs! You can read the whole thing in under a minute!”: After you read it, you will want to press it on other people, who will say, “Yeah, sure, okay” only their eyes’ will be slightly-slanted, their mouths just a bit crooked, even their nose will appear askew at your demand. Now that I have them out of the way, let me tell you why you should read this book: it will make you laugh, it will make you cry. Properly describing David Foster Wallace’s Brief Interviews with Hideous Men involves using all of those words that I hate to see in any book review: “radiates,” “pathos,” “poignancy,” “gut-busting laughs,” “existential crises of identity in the post-modern world,” and so on.

Synopsis of brief interviews with hideous men