Retrieve The Soul Is Not A Smithy Constructed By David Foster Wallace Expressed As File

head hurts from holding so many simultaneous things in it! : Very good, The narrative is substantial and interesting, I do recommend this book to everyone, The story is supposedly, a "short story" , but encompasses themes and ideas and scenarios which are more varied, deep and insightful than best of novellas.
The whole story has a hallucinative quality where the most unspoken horrors of life, real life, are presented from viewpoint of a kid.
There are layers to the story where it is presented as a recollection of transformation of a naive daydream of a kid, sitting in an unremarkable substitution class in junior section at school, into a nightmare as his teacher starts to have a breakdown and how it has a kind of psychic affect on all those who are around him including the boy who seems to be recounting his experience.


And the story, instead of leaving it at that, tries to, no matter how superficial it may read, find the underlying reasons for the banal evil that exist in the world.
Apart from all this layered and deep meanings, or rather than reading, of the material, there is the unique style of DFW which never lets you rest and take the story for granted, and always keep you engaged in a way that, despite the horrid premise of the story, keeps you not only hooked, but entertained, as you read through the syntactically tough and twisted stuff that he has constructed.
Like a lot of DFW's writing, it feels like he's pushing you to start day dreaming among the spaces of the page much like the narrator does on the sections of his classroom window at times, but it all culminates into absolutely beautiful reflections on adult life and boredom.
The sections in the classroom are whatever, but the reflections he makes stemming from them about the narrator's father, his work life, adult life in general, boredom, and the way the narrator reflects and connects with it all is incredibly poignant and impactful.
Not my favorite of his, but there are those moments of sheer brilliance that shine through : What is trauma

This incisive glimpse into an obsessive and sensitive kid who is held hostage in hisrd grade Civics class was my first introduction to the writing of David Foster Wallace.
If his own mind was as nearly obsessive and in touch with the pain of the world, it's no wonder he had to exit early.
I am emotionally wrung out to dry after reading this yet another masterclass of short story writing from the literary genius DFW.
Is 'genius' too generous a description you may ask The answer is no, Much more "enjoyable" than Mister Squishy but still brutally bleak, Examines what trauma really is, and paints a very realistic picture of dread, the kind in nightmares, right before a "traumatic experience", and, in late childhood, when you realize what terribleness adulthood lies ahead.


A very, very immersive account of what it's like to be a child, told with extremely precise language.


An exploration of many simultaneous plots, achieved fluidly and clearly, I especially liked the way we learned about the narrator's personality via the awful story about Ruth and her dog, the matteroffact way he told the story of "the trauma", and details about his adult life and taste.
Seeing the colorful imagination of a child put so technically and plainly was really unique and interesting, since thoughts are so disconnected and disorganized at that stage of life, and those parts of life are usually left unspoken about until they are forgotten.


As usual, a lot of very funny details, and a tiny bit of that shiny pulp KILL THEM ALL! that makes the reading experience much more fun.
This is a short story, originally published in AGNI, about a boy who witnesses a teacher having some sort of breakdown while in class.
The plot isn't really the point of this story, Rather, Wallace writes a series of stories in stories that function a little like a medievalera triptych Wallace uses a different way to describe what these storiesinstories are like.
The story culminates at almost,words in a vision of the modern workplace a nightmare that adds perspective to the breakdown and to the sense of dread facing the students who don't manage to escape out of the classroom along with some others.
I just finished reading it, so it's still a bit fresh, but I think I'll be returning to this one to figure out just how Wallace puts it all together.
Sat and stared off my balcony after reading this, contemplating my whole life,.out of.stars. Wow David Foster Wallace brings back elementary school in vivid sensory detail in the Soul is not a Smithy.
It made me realize that those memories are still extant and complete in me and that thank God they don't boil near the surface of my brain as they did for him.

The soul of a child is like a pure flowing molten metal and when it is doused with the icy water of cruelty and deprivation the result is a screaming deformation that is painful to witness and experience.

DFW and I were born in the same year and his work has always struck me as scarily accurate and it's ability to evoke time periods I lived through, like college dorm life in the Broom of the System or any number of scenes in Infinite Jest.
My hesitancy to fully embrace this short story as I did those novels, which are among my favorite alltime reads, probably has more to do with my discomfort.
And yet, like a sad blues, I needed this story, it helps,
The story made me think about childhood and war and breaking points and the fantastic ability it is that this great author can transmit states of mind , time and place in a package my brain can unlock like a scent.
DFW, a man who I perceive as having a huge heart it was not easy, or possible or desirable to defend.
What we have here is a frame story inside of which nestle several substories, the frame story itself concerning an unexpected and sensational event in ath grade civics classroom in the United States in thes with the kids all sitting quietly in rows, and the substories giving glimpses of the kids backstories plus the backstories of their parents, some of whom sit

in offices, at desks in rows not dissimilar to the classroom, while the narrator, who is recalling the frame story, the sensational event in the civics classroom, and also meditating on the substories, goes on to reveal another story within the story, another frame story in fact, itself divided into smaller stories, and the word frame is particularly apt because what he describes when hes not describing the original frame story complete with its substories, is what he remembers seeing through the classroom window frame, the glass of which is divided into rows of mesh squares which are like a story board allowing him to create a series of scenarios about what he sees through the window fleshed out with imaginary happenings not unrelated to the substories of the main frame story, all of which is told in one smooth flow of language, but with subtle shifts according to story theme.
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Have I succeeded in confusing you Unlike me, Wallace never slips up, successfully connecting the narrative of his many stories into a unified whole.
The reader is never confused, It has to be the most cleverly constructed piece of writing Ive ever read,
And the sensational event in the civics classroom around which everything seems to revolve turns out to be not what the story is about at all.


You can read The Soul is not a Smithy here and yes, the title is a reference from Joyce:
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