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Sep 19, 2008 15:11

 David Foster Wallace killed himself on Sept. 12.  I didn't really know who he was until my teacher brought it up in class.  For those that don't know, he's a renowned author especially known for Infinite Jest.

I've been thinking about him a lot lately, and I think what we have here is the situation I try to describe in "Blank Nights."  Something like a tortured genius that creates a remarkable body of work, then commits suicide.  Instantly, that person's legacy grows.  Takes on mythical proportion.  It's happened to a bunch of artists, e.g. Ian Curtis or Curt Cobain or Hemingway.  It's hard to separate the body of work from the circumstances of the death.  etc.

I hope the value society places on the intellectual suicide does not get twisted around.  By kids with a story, a demo, a painting, whatever.

RIP DFW  I gotta try to read IJ sometime soon.

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