Thursday, September 25, 2008

David Foster Wallace has left the world



I just learned that author David Foster Wallace committed suicide.

I am sad beyond belief and I don't know why.

I didn't know him, read only a few of his books, enjoyed them but not obsessively, and actually wrote this really long song that I transposed a few paragraphs from a story in one of his books. I remember bringing a book on tape for a cross-country trip with my friend Kristine (she hated it, by the way) and being really saddened by this material. A written sign or just brilliant melancholy words? I don't know and I don't really care. I don't like reading into things to try to find clues into a person's present psyche. There are patterns and signs, I know but...

(Sigh)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i guess melancholy wasn't my thing when i was 23. oh how we learn.