Showing posts with label David Foster Wallace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Foster Wallace. Show all posts

December 6, 2025

David Foster Wallace – “Here and There”


Plot Summary

“Here and There” follows a couple whose relationship weakens slowly, almost imperceptibly. Wallace moves between the male narrator’s interior monologue and Ruth’s more grounded emotional presence. The story has no dramatic turning point. Instead, it tracks how attention drifts and how closeness dissolves by degrees.

Early on the narrator reveals the central problem when he says, “I began thinking about how I felt instead of just feeling it.” Ruth wants connection in a lived, immediate sense. She tries to bring him back into the moment with lines like, “I don’t want explanations. I want you here.” He keeps responding with analysis rather than participation, as if the relationship were a puzzle he could solve from a distance.

By the end they have not fought or broken anything. They have simply failed to meet in the same emotional space long enough for intimacy to survive.

Analysis

What stands out in this story is how Wallace uses language not just to tell a breakup story but to shape the emotional geometry between two people. Everything hinges on how each character thinks, speaks, and perceives.

Wallace’s control of psychic distance is especially sharp. The narrator’s voice pulls the reader upward into abstraction, where feelings are categorized and reinterpreted. Ruth’s scenes pull the reader downward into direct speech and present emotion. The movement between these levels creates the illusion of two incompatible operating systems running side by side. The story’s title becomes structural rather than symbolic. Ruth exists here. The narrator thinks from there.

Wallace also lets the narrator reveal himself through his phrasing. His thoughts loop, qualify, second-guess. At one point he admits, “I could feel myself pulling back even as I tried to come closer.” The line works because Wallace has already trained us to recognize this gesture. The narrator does not name emotions. He handles them at arm’s length. His voice creates a kind of conceptual fog that stands between him and Ruth.

Another technique worth noting is Wallace’s use of repetition as erosion. The narrator returns to the same analytical habits again and again. Each pass smooths a bit of warmth off the relationship. Ruth’s speech is concise, instinctive, uncomplicated. The mismatch between their linguistic rhythms becomes a source of emotional tension. It is a reminder that dialogue and interior monologue can create opposing currents inside a single scene.

The real craft lesson here is how Wallace uses attention as the story’s engine. No external event drives the plot. The only thing that shifts is where each character places their attention. Ruth keeps pointing hers toward the present moment. The narrator keeps directing his toward a mental model of the relationship. The emotional stakes rise through contrast rather than conflict.

This story shows how a writer can build pressure without theatrics. Every line carries weight because Wallace tunes the reader’s awareness of distance. The language does the work. The form becomes the theme. Two characters talk, think, misunderstand, and drift, and by the end you feel a kind of quiet inevitability settling over everything.

What stays with me is how the story demonstrates the difference between describing a relationship and inhabiting one. Wallace makes that difference visible at the level of syntax, pacing, and thought movement. He shows that emotional truth often lives in the small, invisible choices a character makes about how to perceive their own life.

That is what makes this early Wallace story worth studying. Not its plot, but its precision. Not its scale, but its sensitivity to the ways language can open and close the space between people.

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September 24, 2018

Literary Innovation in David Foster Wallace's 'Good Old Neon' (2004)

Good Old Neon is my favorite thing written by David Foster Wallace.

'Good Old Neon' is an abnormal story. There is a narrator who talks a great deal about his life and the problem of feeling like a fraud. The bulk of this 41-page story is told in the first person. Essentially the narrator feels that his entire life has been nothing more than an attempt to fabricate an impression of himself for other people. I imagine that many intelligent people have experienced the same problem in their lives.

I would not call this story uplifting but there are several hilarious moments. One of my favorites is the narrator's laundry list of all the things he has tried to combat his problem:

"EST, riding a ten-speed to Nova Scotia and back, hypnosis, cocaine, sacro-cervical chiropractic, joining a charismatic church, jogging, pro bono work for the Ad Council, meditation classes, the Masons, analysis, the Landmark Forum, the Course in Miracles, a right-brain drawing workshop, celibacy, collecting and restoring vintage Corvettes, and trying to sleep with a different girl every night for two straight months."

I can't help but think that Wallace himself has tried many of these things himself. When you're depressed, it makes sense to try different activities to relieve your depression. I'm sure many of us can attest to trying a few of these activities. I've tried right-brain drawing, meditation and volunteering for a non-profit. Personally I've found meditation to be the most effective.

While re-reading Good Old Neon, I couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted at the narrator. He's not likable and its hard to read 41-pages that feel almost copied verbatim from his mind. It's a frustrating story to read because of its length and the reprehensible actions of the narrator. I was carried through by my interest in psychology since the narrator is prone to explaining things in a very no-nonsense manner.

One of the most bizarre aspects of this story involves the narrator and his relationship to a character named David Wallace. Without giving away anything, there is shift in perspective in the final few pages that caused me to reconsider the entire story in a new light. This shift is also what makes me wonder how much of 'Good Old Neon' is taken from Wallace's personal experiences.

I can't say that I recommend that you read 'Good old Neon' or any of the stories in Oblivion. I will say that this is one of the most thought-provoking things I have ever read. If there's one thing to applaud in Wallace's work, it's the innovative experimental nature of works such as this. The only thing I can think to compare with 'Good Old Neon' is Dostoevsky's 'Notes from the Underground.'  These works share a troubled first-person narrator who feels alienated from society. In reading these stories, one feels uneasiness at seeing the thoughts of a disturbed person. It's like these thoughts were never meant to be revealed in the first place.

While I can't say that 'Good Old Neon' is enjoyable, I can say that it is a unique reading experience. The story displays Wallace's tremendous strengths as a writer, making it a good story for aspiring fiction writers to examine.

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