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Not the tray meals or the exchange of skylines. The being included, the knowing that somebody had taken the trouble to book a flight, reserve a car and a hotel bed, because in the whole world they needed only you to complete the assignment. Every boarding pass—every flight crew, with the hushed smiles and nighttime lighting—felt like an amazingly tactful compliment. I recovered from being poor the way you do from a virus: Disagreement might return as a possibility in my thirties.

No, the late twenties were going to have to be the compliant years. I rented part of a giant, dusty apartment—long hallways and barn rooms—across the street from the Museum of Natural History.

I had a private entrance, my roommates were an old, not terribly well-matched couple called the Bechsteins. The fights were noisy, endless, wrenching. Anna Bechstein, when she watched TV, wanted to be joined at the set by her husband, Arthur.

His wish was even smaller, and easier to grant. He wanted to be left alone. And it was funny! I liked to try to imagine the two worlds coming into contact. The Bechsteins. All you had to do was lower the temperature in your eyes, the heat and the need.

All you had to do was be willing to adjust, slightly, what you wanted, tuck your head down and provide the stuff other people asked for on a dependable schedule. Crowds, applause, a full-on city anxiety attack. His cruise ship piece ran in January of ; it cleared the landscape, cut the runway for his novel.

People photocopied it, faxed it, read it out loud over the phone. Then the novel arrived. His photo ran in Time, Newsweek. Esquire went ahead and called it a work of genius. That scary, special-case compliment which can excite resistance, since the unspoken second half is: Even the name—you had to say all three parts—was overflowing. A special case, a burger deluxe: David Foster Wallace.

The Times rolled the months into a clinical, prescription-pad voice, a resident toting up symptoms. February, that handicapped month, with squashed daylight and the sidewalks trickling.

There were rumors. Women in the front rows batted their eyelashes, men at the back huffed, scowled, envied. Then the thronged book party, with the inevitable people wearing black—it looked like the cheeriest possible wake—and David stood in the hallway near the lavatories, while people with stars in their eyes came to shake his hand, congratulate him, just stand close tilting drinks and look at him—he was pumping out glamour like a reactor.

I watched him closely. This was more than it would ever have occurred to me to ask the world for. He looked abashed and excited and comfortable, like someone on a personal water slide. I imagined another mistake you make at thirty: Then he left for his book tour. I identified. I traveled seventy blocks and signed bookstore copies.

Then, tour complete, I grabbed a subway home, unpacked, recuperated. He remained a city microclimate, fogging the reading zones. Then I flew to Chicago and drove to Bloomington. Questions you approach your friends with on tiptoe romance, parents, money, grudges it was my salaried duty to plant my feet and ask. To dilute his feeling of being reported on—to make me seem more like an unbelievably inquisitive houseguest—David invited me to sleep in his second bedroom. I woke up in the middle of the night.

One of the dogs on a cycle: Two a.

In our talks, you see me always giving the wised-up, padded-shoulder advice. Endorse the check, take the deal, get seconds, put your feet up. This was the payroll doctrine eight years of my life had trained me to spread. David keeps talking about the largest things, I keep countering with the smallest: I think it was on the airplane that I finally relaxed.

OK, he was quicker than me—also funnier than me. I could enjoy him and quit trying to match him. I think he did in the car, by the Henry Ford road-trip equation: David sent me a giant box a week later. I never, thank God, had to write the piece. I tried to write it, and kept imagining David reading it, and seeing through it, through me, and spotting some questionable stuff on the X-ray.

And then Jann changed his mind.

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I was sent to Seattle to find heroin addicts who were after all in lots hotter water than I was , and it was much, much easier. David had mixed feelings about publicity, and I asked her to pass along the good news. His sister told me later David had no hard feelings. He had that casual, urgent social gift: You wanted to be liked by him.

I felt even more barefoot than before. It seemed hungry and ungenerous. I read him, thought about him, and I never saw him again except on television once. About a year before he died, I pulled out the days here and read them again.

One thing kept touching me: We were both so young. But here we are. When I think of this trip, I see David and me in the front seat of the car. It smells like chewing tobacco, soda, and smoke. The window is letting in a leak of cold air. The wheels are making their slightly sleepy sound of tape being stripped cleanly and endlessly off a long wall. We cover everything. It was smarter.

I recognized it, it was different from mine; every area of it was completely occupied by feeling. We talk about what matters to any person.

What to want, how to be a good person, how to read, how to write, how to think about others. There are things he said to me that shifted my life, that joined my talk show, that are in the list of quotes I recite to myself. Give me twenty-four hours alone, and I can be really, really smart. His moment with Michael Ryan, which is everything about what ambition can do to you. What he guessed about my own personality. What a person has every right to expect from you, what you ought to expect of yourself.

David thought books existed to stop you from feeling lonely. Franzen said a sad, moving thing to me. He said losing David had been like watching a science fiction movie, when a small figure gets sucked out of the airlock. An abrupt, absolute, quiet disappearance. He now has an unlisted phone number, because of fans. So we are playing chess.

Stuff about me is a makes me uncomfortable and b is bad for me, because it makes me self-conscious when I write. And I do not need to be more self-conscious.

Oh, fuck me! It takes a while for me to get in a groove. Well, fuck! Looking at the board Little, Brown bought both the hardcover and the softcover rights at the same time. I talk about my own friends—people he knows too—who arranged deals while touring for successful books. I had no choice on this book, it was sort of under way. There was so much research I had to do, that I literally could not teach and do it at the same time. So I decided to eat it, and do it. Aware of your fame here? The grad students are vaguely aware I think.

They must follow it? I think kids in the Midwest are different than kids on the East Coast. I think Time and Newsweek are fairly inescapable.

So I think they kinda know. Which is why these programs try to pack themselves with the best-known and most-respected writers. I know too many really good writers who are shitty teachers, and vice versa, to think that. But the writers are often interested in preserving as much of their own time as they can. I took the job for the health insurance. A sudden in-the-wrong-place sense. An anxiety he felt before Infinite Jest. Edward Abbey was there … Robert Boswell helped him more than anybody …] I was so in thrall to Barth I just knew it would be sort of a grotesque thing.

He patterned the longest part of his second book after Barth. I have to cut it short: And they all are gonna have various deals to discuss. I swear to God. Like doing readings? You were good. And I think I come off looking like a maniac.

I give like one or two readings in colleges a year. He laughs. And I never saw her again. She was standing right up front. We turn out to both know Elizabeth. Good egg. Is comfortable with note-taking.

Fifteen students. Women sit, as at an old-line synagogue, slightly apart from men. David wearing Fryes, blue bandanna. Carrying Diet Pepsi. Dave has noticed some surprising student errors this week. They laugh. The students know another thing: And they want somehow to acknowledge it. Done being famous yet? Blush smile Two more minutes. Quick chatter about his media appearances. I love the way the Trib described your office. Did you wind up, like, next to Dick Vitale and Hillary Clinton?

Dave says he got real nervous on the flights, kept picturing grave etc. Just put pepperoni and mushrooms on my Tombstone. A take-out, grocery pizza sort of joke. They talk about his magazine photos. Dave blushes more. Is that me? Is also drinking a Diet Pepsi. Class begins with a jump from celebrity into the supernormal, the administrative. Office hours next week. Bring light reading material, if you have to wait in the hallway.

Begins work on student stories. Offering Very Sensible advice. Lots of jobs for fiction, you have to keep track of twelve different things—characters, plot, sound, speed. But the job of the first eight pages is not to have the reader want to throw the book at the wall, during the first eight pages. He paces around the classroom. Happy, energetic. At one point, thinking, he even drops into a quick knee bend. Class laughs; they really like him.

First story: Dave on story, always using TV: Or When Harry Met Sally. Dave glances up. Another story he likes: Craning up and down when discussion and story get him excited. The student being workshopped is a punkish guy: Take it from me.

To have the narrator be funny and smart, have him say funny, smart things some of the time. Holds steady. On the campus romance story. I could spend a half hour telling you about my trip to the store, but that might not be as interesting to you as it is to me.

Notebooks closing, bookbags rising from floor to desktop. Ruckle noises, kids standing. Brings me a water to drink. Where would you be without me? I can see the ashtrays. I wrote Broom of the System when I was very young. I mean, the first draft of that was my college thesis. There are parts of it that I think are good.

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Even at signings, when people bring it up to sign. The paperbacks? And they did just enough hardcovers that they could say … Post Jay McInerney.

Yeah … It seems to me rather an odd thing to bring out again, that—because it was a totally different kind of fiction. Nice to watch you blossom from what was initially a marketing thing. Some of this stuff is nice. But I also realize this is a big, difficult book.

The thing about fame is interesting, although I would have liked to get laid on the tour and I did not. Only in Rolling Stone would I not worry about this.

But it seems like, what I want is not to have to take any action. Where is your hotel? Happens to Aerosmith. But maybe not to Abba Eban. Shyness and arrogance often go hand in hand, I think.

Betrayal of your work self to do that? No, but I had this fantasy. Basically, it just would have made me be lonely. You talk all you want, man. How do you learn to do this stuff? Because even I, I can clearly see there are certain strategies. Not really. My strategy here is getting facts about you. Your tour: Three weeks? Who will pick you up. Who will take you to the interview, then walk on your back and fuck your eyeballs out. And of course these escorts turn out to be burly Irishmen.

You know, in their forties. Who like basically tell you the whole life story of the interviewer before you go there. So the whole thing is a little amusing. I had two, both of them over fifty. Very cool. Boston born and bred. You have to click that little thing up. What does Jann want? Like his feints about tour sex above; like the chess, seeing how I respond, move by move. Is that true? Except the pub date was two and a half weeks ago.

The book takes at least two months to read well. So therefore, whatever famousness is about, the hype is famous. I mean, you as an emissary of Rolling Stone. I would like to get laid offa this. The shallow stuff. I would like to get laid off it. I now know he did this sort of thing as his approach, and I can see it here, his trying to guess what people wanted, what I wanted.

To be left alone, to nudge them away on the trip back through the living room, from work room to private room. The stuff I said to you while we were playing chess? I got no problem making money. I went through this time in my twenties of feeling, feeling a pressure and expectation far in excess of anything the real world could place on you.

Taking money for something up front brings that pressure back. And um, the nice thing about teaching is that, I feel like teaching is my livelihood. And I just, um, it may be true that I could get a lot of money if I took an advance now. But if I do it, I am buying myself a pack of trouble. That I just—and that pain, that pain, I fear that pain more than I want the money. The whole thing about trying to regulate himself, to produce a temporary self he could be comfortable and function in.

Very squeezed parameters, somehow. Foreign sales: I play a certain number of games. Film sale? Probably unfilmable … Which maybe will make it rather easier to take money for it. Knowing that I will never have to see the artifact itself. No, I would take that money and run for the hills. As it turns out, the film rights are sold about six months later. Cooler heads will prevail. But I would be pretty surprised. But if?

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Five years? Well, I think being shy basically means being self-absorbed to the extent that it makes it difficult to be around other people. And I have elements of that shyness in me. End up plying their trade in the direct presence of other people.

And maybe five or six other writers I know real well. You know? What will the effect of this be on you? Which in personal intercourse? Makes things very difficult. For a writer. But that actually comes in handy. It would be way too pomo and cute, to do. But it would be very interesting.

It would be the way for me to get some of the control back. And it might be why writers are such shitty interviews. Like Streitfeld thought I would never be his friend after the thing came out in Details. Little, Brown took an enormous chance doing the book. But this stuff is real bad for me, it makes me self-conscious. The more exposure I as a person get, the more it hurts me as a writer.

But I said yes to this, so that I could in good conscience say no to a couple other things that are just way more toxic. Why do you think of it as a kind of toxic self-consciousness— If I could get laid out of it.

I think. Or maybe I really look like that. But the self-consciousness is helpful to you too? Are these short stories of the level of somebody who was just featured in Rolling Stone? Those things go away; like worries about where I am now, who I am now, whether my girlfriend last year was better for me, so was I maybe writing better then? Did those figures in my landscape help me orient myself better, organize my life better?

It goes away. But this is a rather stronger and more dangerous kind of self-consciousness. But I do know that to the extent that like, that I derive my self and satisfaction from the work, rather than whether Mr. You know what I mean?

So like, why climb into the arena with this bull? But that little part of me does not get to steer. That little part can turn pretty ravenous though? If you see me like you know as a guest on a game show in the next couple of years, we will know. Heavy tray, big Midwestern spread. Also cookies. And two Diet Cokes. When you all want your cookies, just come up and yell at me. Could we have a larger table, also, please? A friend of mine and I had this joke, that various things are pomo-erotic.

That part of the brain can prove to be ravenous?

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But I know it can be. Who would want to be that way? But many less-talented people than you get lots of attention. Which can be a little painful. This is an example of the system working. I think just: American Psycho—I thought he was really ill-served by his agent and publisher even letting him publish it, and those are the only two things of his that I read. Same risk for you? Because whatever I do, the next thing will be very different from this.

Maybe Infinite Jest II. To be merciful. David Leavitt noose quote: Reviewers will use my first book as a noose to hang my second. I think it often is. He wants to do it. It makes him happy. Here is this—this may piss you off or strike you as disingenuous. This is just not my cup of tea.

How did it burn? You know, this lady Donna Tartt came? And I read Secret History. And I thought it was, you know, it was pretty good.

The waitress has returned with my tip after all. David retains his thought. And I just—you know, I went through some of that. Plus, the research on this thing. Until this escort in Chicago told me. I just missed like four years of this. Hemingway tapeworm quote: Or great white sharks fighting over a bathtub, you know?

And I was right in that: Then I went to Yaddo. I was at Yaddo twice. And I would go to New York, and give these readings, go to these parties. There were some of these writer-guys at Yaddo with me when I was there.

And they were like five years older than me, and they were like big superstars, and I was like … [Jay McInerney, Lorrie Moore, and others] So you were at Yaddo with some literary heavyweights and you fell into that sort of casino mind-set? And you have these ideas about why people are in the game, what they want. And most of the ideas degenerate into—devolve into—this idea of how other people are gonna regard you. So you look to these people who are well regarded, and regard them as having made it and all this kind of stuff.

Mark was curious, from the beginning, to see how David would make out in the field; he lived this part—the positioning and business politics—this version of the literary life with David. His friend Jon Franzen sees a different novel: Writers can be especially awful, about measuring each other and about touching fame. An assistant answers instead. How do I protect and expand it? And what is it people like about me anyway? Easier to say that now, though? Documentation The latest incarnation of the IDPF format is a much more involved specification than previous revisions and if you are not the kind of person who enjoys wading through pages and pages of technical specifications few of us are then there are perhaps three good books available which will make the whole process much more enjoyable.

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To my apartment, where I returned an hour and a half later, to find him trading stories that embarrassed me with my then-girlfriend. I ended up on this story because Jann Wenner, the vigorous and interesting and fast-acting man who owns the magazine I work for, happened to open The New York Times to a photo of David.

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