Trying to figure out why Franzen’s manipulative use of unyielding sadness makes me furious versus why Wallace’s “The Depressed Person” makes me cry cry cry for 27 pages and love him even more.
Trying to figure out why Franzen’s manipulative use of unyielding sadness makes me furious versus why Wallace’s “The Depressed Person” makes me cry cry cry for 27 pages and love him even more.