David Foster Wallace
I am currently in Kentucky. I’ve had a great week and am coming home tomorrow. I saw Joyce Carol Oates speak at a conference yesterday, and was delighted by how brilliant, articulate, and adorable she is (she was wearing a shiny pink blouse that her mother had sewed).
Perhaps because I just saw a great writer speak that I’m extra shocked and saddened to hear that David Foster Wallace killed himself this weekend. (More here.) Although Wallace’s particular style was not my taste, there’s no doubt that he was an excellent writer and at age 46, he probably had a lot of work left in him–not to mention life. Very sad.