07 de março de 2011 | 10h32
Folheando a New Yorker encontrei um texto de ficção inédito de David Foster Wallace, ótimo escritor americano que cometeu suicídio em 2008. O trecho inicial:
“Every whole person has ambitions, objectives, initiatives, goals. This one particular boy’s goal was to be able to press his lips to every square inch of his own body.
His arms to the shoulders and most of his legs beneath the knee were child’s play. After these areas of his body, however, the difficulty increased with the abruptness of a coastal shelf. The boy came to understand that unimaginable challenges lay ahead of him. He was six.”
PS: É sempre muito bom revisitar este discurso de Wallace, traduzido pela Piauí.