Sep
16
“In the past couple of days, I’ve wondered whether David Foster Wallace ever imagined writing his own obituary. It would not surprise me if he had. He was a sublime parodist. His writing could subsume the DNA of any language, any form it encountered, while remaining completely his own. His suicide last week, at age 46, will unfortunately be read as a defining act of imagination in a career that is always being called dark, ironic and, above all, postmodern, the final statement of a splintering consciousness.”
Appreciations - David Foster Wallace [NYTimes.com]
