“Intranational” tourism being the key here

Yesterday I quoted a passage from Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man.  Today, let me hit you with some good ol’ DFW.  I introduced my 14-year-old nephew to him during his stay with me last month.  It started with This is Water, and now the damned fool thinks he can read Infinite Jest by Christmas.

Whatever.  Best of luck to him.  (Well, to his credit, I did manage to get him to power through Moby Dick in just two weeks.)

In the meantime, during our explorations, I hit upon this footnote from Consider The Lobster.

As I see it, it probably really is good for the soul to be a tourist, even if it’s only once in a while. Not good for the soul in a refreshing or enlivening way, though, but rather in a grim, steely-eyed, let’s-look-honestly-at-the-facts-and-find-some-way-to-deal-with-them way. My personal experience has not been that traveling around the country is broadening or relaxing, or that radical changes in place and context have a salutary effect, but rather that intranational tourism is radically constricting, and humbling in the hardest way—hostile to my fantasy of being a real individual, of living somehow outside and above it all. (Coming up is the part that my companions find especially unhappy and repellent, a sure way to spoil the fun of vacation travel:) To be a mass tourist, for me, is to become a pure late-date American: alien, ignorant, greedy for something you cannot ever have, disappointed in a way you can never admit. It is to spoil, by way of sheer ontology, the very unspoiledness you are there to experience. It is to impose yourself on places that in all noneconomic ways would be better, realer, without you. It is, in lines and gridlock and transaction after transaction, to confront a dimension of yourself that is as inescapable as it is painful: As a tourist, you become economically significant but existentially loathsome, an insect on a dead thing.

Yeah, just going to leave that here for now.

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