The Broom of the System: A Novel (Penguin Orange Collection)
David Foster Wallace
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The Broom of the System
The “dazzling, exhilarating” (San Francisco Chronicle) debut novel from one of the most groundbreaking writers of his generation, The Broom of the System is an outlandishly funny and fiercely intelligent exploration of the paradoxes of language, storytelling, and reality.
to me, Andrew, and just let me say I’m far from qualmless about the whole situation.” “. . . .” “You are of course already aware that Stonecipheco is controlled by the Beadsman family, to a nearly exhaustive extent, and I’ll now inform you that Mr. Stonecipher Beadsman has stipulated in our contract that Lenore not know what is up in terms of Frequent and Vigorous involvement in the project until he wishes her to.” “And you don’t find that just a tinch unusual?” “Charitable speculation about
thought. ‘Course I have to admit I was kind of wasted. We drank all that in the Flange, and then you dragged me all over hell’s half acre through those crowds in the forest. Shit I drank went to my head and roosted. He was wild, though, I could tell.” “He’s had rather a rough time of it.” “Satanic little dung beetle, too.” “Dung beetle?” “Little dude looked like the devil. And what was all that about talkin’ about his leg like it was another person? He would like address comments to his
—Corfu. Some dark and secluded spot on Corfu. All I know. I’ll be murdered if he knows I told. I’ll end up in a thousand jars of the whipped lamb, while the little Foamwhistles ironically starve. —When did he leave? —Yesterday, right after tennis with Spaniard, about eleven. —How come you’re not with him, secretarying? Who’ll make his Manhattans? —Roughing it. Didn’t want me. Just him and Gerber, he said. Man to man. They may arm-wrestle, who knows? Alternately poking each other in the ribs,
person who does not want to do the ridiculous thing is the person who is ridiculous. (Idea: Kafka at an AmherstlMt. Holyoke mixer, never referred to by name, only as “F. K. ,” only one not dancing . . . ) Modern party-dance an evil thing. 4.Monroe Fieldbinder’s psychologist has movable chair like that idiot Jay. Lampoon Jay unmercifully in Fieldbinder collection. Make Jay look like an idiot. 10 1990 /a/ The reason Lenore Beadsman’s red toy car had a spidery network of scratches
pile in the car and go on down to the Aqua Vitae for monstrously huge hamburg pizzas.” “Hamburger.” “Ah, regional linguistic clash. I love it. It all comes flooding back.” “. . . .” “I really do have to pee, though.” “Should we pull over? We can pull in really quick at this mall, here.” “God, no, not a mall. We’re nearly there. We’re nearly here. I think perhaps it’s just excitement. Amherst is rife with restroom facilities, anyway. At least it used to be. I knew them all.” “Hang in there,