The Real Thing

Watched the unedited version of an interview given by David Foster Wallace to German tv in 2003 today, the second time I've seen it. Mesmeric, fascinating. The writer is completely himself - his unaffected clumsiness a reminder of how unnaturally smooth most people manage to be when on the box. You can see him thinking, and it's sometimes painful to watch, but more often something close to exhilarating.