One thing I’d like to see: David Foster Wallce hooking up with a quantum-powered theoretical physicist. Let’s talk about strings—tennis, yarn, wave theory, particle theory—bring it all together in a lovely afternoon at Wimbledon. Words as subatomic particles. Light-years-long waves as Proustian sentences. Jumble it all up with a Jimmy Joyce thunderclap: bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk