In this archive piece, first published in 1997, a young David Foster Wallace takes a scalpel to John Updike and the postwar "Great Male Narcissists"—not over the prose, which he admired, but over a self-absorption so complete it left nothing behind worth inheriting. What happens when nothing gets passed down but the self?
The former New York Times reporter's eclectic list spans everything from David Foster Wallace's tennis essays and Miranda July's viral midlife romp to murder mysteries set in luxurious locales.