In the stories that make up Oblivion, David Foster Wallace joins the
rawest, most naked humanity with the infinite involutions of
self-consciousness -- a combination that is dazzlingly, uniquely his.
These are worlds undreamt of by any other mind. Only David Foster
Wallace could convey a father's desperate loneliness by way of his son's
daydreaming through a teacher's homicidal breakdown ("The Soul Is Not a
Smithy"). Or could explore the deepest and most hilarious aspects of
creativity by delineating the office politics surrounding a magazine
profile of an artist who produces miniature sculptures in an
anatomically inconceivable way ("The Suffering Channel"). Or capture the
ache of love's breakdown in the painfully polite apologies of a man who
believes his wife is hallucinating the sound of his snoring
("Oblivion").
Each of these stories is a complete world, as fully imagined as most
entire novels, at once preposterously surreal and painfully immediate.
"Stunning...Wallace is an astonishing storyteller whose fiction
reminds us why we learned to read in the first place." --San Francisco
Chronicle