*Lit* - Mary Karr

I read Mary Karr's *Lit* this week. I've gotten interested in addiction memoirs. David Sheff's *Beautiful Boy* was so lovely. (Should I go and read the son's memoir too?) Anyway, *Lit* was pretty gripping, there's some fine writing. I got just a weensy bit tired of the how-I-kept-resisting-God narrative thread, which was repetitious and plodding.

But I read with interest about all Karr's relationships, some with famous people whom I admire, like Tobias Wolff, others with people I never heard of before, or whose names had been changed anyway, like her ex-husband, or people for whom Karr gives only a first name, like "David," who she bumps into at an AA meeting halfway through the book, socializes with at a halfway house, and later has a stormy affair with. David gets "Mary" tattooed on his arm even before they've "kissed on the lips," and then later he breaks her coffee table in a raging fight.

It was an interesting relationship, well integrated across 130 pages, though on restudying it, I find the David story takes up less than 6 pages total itself.

And then I'm done with the whole memoir, and I'm reading the back matter, which includes a *Huffington Post* interview, and the interviewer asks about people Karr wrote about maybe not seeing things just the way she did, and she says, among other things, "Whatever David Foster Wallace's motivation was for throwing my coffee table..."

Whaaaat!?

I would have read the book quite differently if I'd known that "David" was David Foster Wallace. So I go back and read the relevant parts again and feel like a fool for not twigging before. Karr was playing a tricky, coy game with us, wasn't she? The first sighting of David includes the trademark bandana, the vocabulary, the logic; when he begins to write Karr love letters they are "meticulously footnoted." How did I not notice those things? But of course I wasn't expecting David Foster Wallace. And why didn't she just tell me, isn't that deceptive? But no, it's simply accurate to her experience, because he *wasn't* David Foster Wallace yet, back then. And maybe she's bending over backwards to take the high road and not exploit the connection. But then she does put in the bandana and the footnotes, so is it kind of *wink-wink-nudge-nudge* having it both ways?

Not only did I have to go back and study every page in *Lit* on which DFW appears, I had to google up "mary karr and da..." by which time Google completed the phrase for me. In an interview in *Busted Halo* Karr says a few more things about DFW. She's not all hagiographic about him like most people who reminisce. She describes his famous solicitousness as kind of an act and says he was a "pussy hound" "in a creepy way" when she first knew him. So maybe it wasn't just incredible imagination that enabled him to write *Brief Interviews with Hideous Men*.