David Foster Wallace was my favorite living author and now he is dead, by his own hand, at 46, found hanging in his California home on Friday. The author of Infinite Jest, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again and Consider the Lobster (among others) he redefined digressionary erudition, made an art form of the footnote, and was one of the great shared pleasures in life between my son Eliot and me.
I am pretty devastated. Newsweek’s David Gates writes a great appreciation.
Here’s Wallace’s Kenyon commencement speech, 2005.
Thank you for sharing this David–just from the little I have read you share his ‘Explorer’ outlook. I look forward to reading on…
Another sad example of the brightest stars, shining half as long, but DFW did shine brightly…