![Zadie Smith, on David Foster Wallace:
So, says Lorrie [Moore], “Is there anyone you really like, who you really wanted to meet?”
Charged by caffeine, I tell her I want to meet David Foster Wallace. I want to meet him so much it’s giving me a hernia. I want to meet him so much that I have had a dream where I meet him sitting on the pavement and he says that we’ve already met and it wasn’t so great and neither of us had much fun and he doesn’t want his hair cut so why don’t I just go home and stop bothering him. In the dream I try to convince him that he could afford to lose at least six inches from underneath that bandana. Maybe we could even do something with the colour. But he walks away without a word. In this dream, I am around thirteen years old, and Mr. Foster Wallace is in his mid-twenties.
Lorrie Moore looks at me queerly. She says, “You know, he’s a perfectly nice guy—I’m sure it wouldn’t be so hard to meet him of you really wanted to.”](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzre3kEt2s1qzbrt3o1_500.jpg)
Zadie Smith, on David Foster Wallace:
So, says Lorrie [Moore], “Is there anyone you really like, who you really wanted to meet?”
Charged by caffeine, I tell her I want to meet David Foster Wallace. I want to meet him so much it’s giving me a hernia. I want to meet him so much that I have had a dream where I meet him sitting on the pavement and he says that we’ve already met and it wasn’t so great and neither of us had much fun and he doesn’t want his hair cut so why don’t I just go home and stop bothering him. In the dream I try to convince him that he could afford to lose at least six inches from underneath that bandana. Maybe we could even do something with the colour. But he walks away without a word. In this dream, I am around thirteen years old, and Mr. Foster Wallace is in his mid-twenties.
Lorrie Moore looks at me queerly. She says, “You know, he’s a perfectly nice guy—I’m sure it wouldn’t be so hard to meet him of you really wanted to.”
