He's gone.
I can't believe that David Foster Wallace killed himself. But I shouldn't be so surprised. His description of depression in Infinite Jest was so wickedly painful that it's obvious he knew of what he wrote. DFW, I will miss your work. Since I never got to meet you, I cannot say much more. But I always wanted to spend an afternoon with you, just chatting about everything in the universe. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. There's a whole world crying right now.
I often wonder whether genius writers feel the pressure and the expectation to die young: they aren't truly worthwhile authors if not, perhaps. 'Tis but one more reason I had to stop writing. I couldn't allow myself to feel the expectations: "great writers are alcoholics" and "great writers kill themselves." And I wanted to be a great writer.
Or maybe it had nothing at all to do with his writing. Perhaps he did it for one of the many reasons that I myself have contemplated. No one but he can ever know.
I often wonder whether genius writers feel the pressure and the expectation to die young: they aren't truly worthwhile authors if not, perhaps. 'Tis but one more reason I had to stop writing. I couldn't allow myself to feel the expectations: "great writers are alcoholics" and "great writers kill themselves." And I wanted to be a great writer.
Or maybe it had nothing at all to do with his writing. Perhaps he did it for one of the many reasons that I myself have contemplated. No one but he can ever know.