A trip through the New Yorker's archive of racing articles.

"In the Paris Review interview, Porter explained that her illness had changed her forever: 'It just simply divided my life, cut across it like that. So that everything before that was just getting ready, and after that I was in some strange way altered, ready. It took me a long time to go out and live in the world again.'" Notes Als, Porter biographies depict her life after 1919 as "pretty much a continuation" of what it had been. [Another example of untranslated interiority.]

Endnotes (and some additions and/or digressions) w/r/t "The Unfinished" by D. T. Max (The New Yorker, Mar. 9, 2009), a.k.a here are a lot of links to David Foster Wallace that help us feel even more connected to the man and the work he left behind.

Max answers readers' questions on David Foster Wallace and the lengthy article he wrote about the late author.