We Love You David Foster Wallace...Rest In Peace
This twisted appreciation of David Foster Wallace began as an email to my good friend Paula. I've edited it a bit since sending it to her, but for the most part it remains the same as I wrote it struggling to survive the weirdest illness I've ever had. (Click the photo to the left and it will take you to a short story published by the New Yorker in 2007 called "Good People."). By now you've heard that David Foster Wallace hung himself to death on Friday, September 12th. Around that time, I was just beginning a four-day, all out defense against a flu virus the likes of which have never been seen -- literally, it would appear, since my name is now on the first page of the CDC's list of 2008 flu-season illnesses treated in a hospital. I would like to believe the wild and crazy spirit of DFW may have had a role in things attacking my body (although I know he would have no reason to do so). I knew nothing of his demise until Monday the 15th after a Sunday afternoon