What we read while shoving tennis balls down people’s throats in “non-threatening” ways:
- John S wasn’t the only one to write about the one-year anniversary of David Foster Wallace’s death this weekend: Infinite Summer ran a great piece, and found the best DFW line to sum up the feeling of his death; McSweeney’s has a bunch of memorial pieces; Howling Fantods links to some others. We know it’s not like we haven’t linked to DFW stuff already, but here’s some more: his commencement address to Kenyon College, him reading excerpts from his essays, D.T. Max’s excellent article in The New Yorker about DFW’s final, unfinished novel, and, since the U.S. Open’s going on, his piece on Federer one more time.
- Speaking of Roger, his remarkable penultimate shot from his semifinal win over Novak Djokovic yesterday netted an instant 2,000-word reaction piece from Joe Posnanski.
- Josh Olson definitely does not want to read your script.
- John S offered a positive review of Inglourious Basterds. Tyler Cowen interestingly finds it disturbing.
- We’ll take the one on Fire or Pangaea.
- The only thing that could make us more excited for this is if it were called The Memento Matrix. ‘Cuz it sure looks like it’s that anyway.
- One of us has enjoyed the musical stylings of Ratatat ever since he heard the duo in MLB 2005 or something. Since he’s also a fan of Ghostbusters T-shirts and violins, Kid Cudi’s performance on The Late Show Friday night was virtually irresistable.