I have seen sucrose beaches and water a very bright blue. I have seen an all-red leisure suit with flared lapels. I have smelled what suntan lotion smells like spread over 21000 pounds of hot flesh. I have been addressed as “Mon” in three different nations. I have watched 500 upscale Americans dance the Electric Slide. I have seen sunsets that looked computer-enhanced and a tropical moon that looked more like a sort of obscenely large and dangling lemon than like the good old stony U.S. moon I’m used to. I have (very briefly) joined a Conga Line.
From A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again by David Foster Wallace.An essay, which recounts Wallace’s experiences on a weeklong Caribbean cruise aboard the m.v. Zenith
David Foster Wallace was a brilliant American writer. A visionary, a craftsman, a comedian.
He committed suicide in Sept 2008 after suffering from depression for over 20 years.
