I really enjoy David Foster Wallace’s writing: the short stuff and the long stuff. Dead, apparently at his own hand, his writing genius is no longer among us. Rest well David.
I didn’t really like the title of this post and thus I changed it. I never really got the sense that DFW was toying with his readers and laughing as they struggled through his works. That being said I do feel like he had a real sense that his readers were out there nearly close enough to touch.
Currently, McSweeney’s is collecting people’s memories and stories about his. Check it out.