RIP David Foster Wallace

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.

McSweeney’s 28 unboxing

I love McSweeney’s, both the quarterly collection of literature as well their other publications and books. Besides the care and crafting of the content, the quarterly collections have really interesting artwork and packaging.  I just got issue 28 and this one takes the cake from the packaging perspective.  And then I thought, “why is it that only Apple products get unboxing photos?”  So, for your pleasure, I present to you the McSweeney’s Issue 28 unboxing.  You’ll note that each little book is one story.


RIP Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut has died.

I worry that the stock of American masters is dwindling. Warren Zevon is gone. Kurt Vonnegut is now gone. Hunter S. Thompson is gone. Someday Lou Reed will be gone.

I worry that Saul Williams words in his piece, Bloodletting, are too true:

the greatest americans
have not been born yet

Who will take up the mantle? Who is our next Twain? Who will be the new Vonnegut? Who will take up where Warren left off? Who will be the new Richard Feynman?

What if these greats cannot be replaced? What does it say about our society if we cannot replenish our artistic stock?

I hope that artists like Saul Williams, David Eggers, DJ Spooky,and Kev Russell, Jimmy Smith and the rest of The Gourds are those next American Masters.

I hope we as a society have the foresight to invest in our culture as a form of national security.