June 1, 2004
David Foster Wallaceâ€™s newest book of short stories is like a dagger through Michikoâ€™s heart. (No, Ed, itâ€™s not your imagination. Maudâ€™s guest-blogger is lifting all your links today. Tomorrow Iâ€™ll hit Rake.)
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