I should post something heartfelt about David Foster Wallace's suicide.* So, here it is:
It makes me really, really sad. That's it. Not despair or anything, but definitely the saddest it has felt for any celebrity death. I'll never get to read any more new books by him. And I'll never get to read the old ones without thinking of them differently. Ultimately, as usual, self-pity is my real driving emotion here.






*Blogger wo't let me do footnones, so this is the little in joke for anyone who's read him.