David Foster Wallace, 46, Writer, Dies

<p>An apparent suicide:</p>

<p><a href=“http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/books/AP-Obit-Wallace.html?hp[/url]”>http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/books/AP-Obit-Wallace.html?hp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

<p>[David</a> Foster Wallace - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia](<a href=“http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Foster_Wallace]David”>David Foster Wallace - Wikipedia)</p>

<p>In addition to his own writing, he taught writing and English at Pomona.</p>

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<p>–Salon interview, 1996</p>

<p>[SALON</a> Features: David Foster Wallace](<a href=“http://www.salon.com/09/features/wallace1.html]SALON”>http://www.salon.com/09/features/wallace1.html)</p>

<p>This is very sad and shocking.</p>

<p>Wallace was one of my favorite authors…how incredibly sad to hear this news.</p>

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<p>[David</a> Foster Wallace! | n+1](<a href=“http://www.nplusonemag.com/david-foster-wallace]David”>David Foster Wallace! | Issue 1 | n+1)</p>

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<p>So sad to lose this thoughtful, very human, man. Thank you for the articles and links, epistorphy.</p>

<p>DS and I very much enjoyed Wallace’s essay collections “Consider the Lobster” and “A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again.” I just mailed him “Infinite Jest” a few days ago. I’m saddened to hear of his death.</p>

<p>I am also stunned and saddened. I loved his essays, though I’ve always been too intimidated by his intellect to take on “Infinite Jest.” What an original talent. My sympathy to his family, friends, and students. Very sad, sad news today.</p>

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<p>[Writer</a> David Foster Wallace found dead - Los Angeles Times](<a href=“http://www.latimes.com/features/books/la-me-wallace14-2008sep14,0,6215648.story]Writer”>Writer David Foster Wallace found dead)</p>

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<p><a href=“http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/14/books/14wallace.html?_r=1&hp=&oref=slogin&pagewanted=print[/url]”>http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/14/books/14wallace.html?_r=1&hp=&oref=slogin&pagewanted=print&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

<p>I think “Infinite Jest” was the last wildly difficult novel that I have made it all the way through, and it was well worth it.</p>

<p>I was very sad when I heard this news last night.</p>

<p>Who am I going to read now? </p>

<p>How very sad!</p>

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<p><a href=“http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/15/books/15kaku.html?hp[/url]”>http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/15/books/15kaku.html?hp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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<p>And this from a former student (follows the above piece at the NYT website):</p>

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<p>Along with being a true genius, he was also a kind, compassionate, gentle, ineffably sweet man. This is a terribly sad loss.</p>

<p>Somehow I find it a bit dispiriting that a CC thread about the death of writer, and Pomona professor, DFW has generated only a couple hundred “views.”</p>

<p>Sarah Palin Burps! would, I’m sure, have gotten at least a couple thousand by now.</p>

<p>Oh, well.</p>

<p>It is a very sad weekend at Pomona (where my son attends) and the Claremont Community at large. In addition to the passing of David Foster Wallace, a brilliant student at Claremont McKenna College was killed in the horrific train crash that occurred Friday in the Los Angeles area, while going home to see his family for the weekend. So tragic.</p>

<p>My D sent me a link to the first NYT story you linked above, epistrophy. She’s in the middle of reading Infinite Jest and was stunned to read about David Foster Wallace’s death. It comes a shock for so many reasons.</p>

<p>mimk6 - What an awful time for Pomona. I hadn’t realized a student was lost in that train crash.</p>

<p>“Somehow I find it a bit dispiriting that a CC thread about the death of writer, and Pomona professor, DFW has generated only a couple hundred “views.””</p>

<p>Surely you jest! Boards like this are what DFW’s work is all about. Imagine what he could have created with the material on CC!</p>

<p>I loved this man’s thoughts. Go to Charlie Rose’s website and check out his interviews. He was damn confrontational! And very upfront about opinions. I think he expressed depression better than anyone I’ve read.</p>

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<p>I think you may have missed my point - which related simply to what appeared to be the relatively limited interest here in the news of DFW’s passing (the number of “views” has increased considerably since I posted that). (I agree that DFW would have found a lot of “material” to work with on this and other similar boards - too bad we’ll never get to hear his take on all this.)</p>

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“David Foster Wallace: An appreciation”</p>

<p>After David Foster Wallace became a twentysomething literary phenom—after the publication of his first novel (“The Broom of the System,” 1987) and short-story collection (“Girl With Curious Hair,” 1989) got the Thomas Pynchon comparisons flowing—he checked himself into a hospital and asked to be put on suicide watch.</p>

<p>“In a weird way it seemed like there was something very American about what was going on, that things were getting better and better for me in terms of all the stuff I thought I wanted, and I was getting unhappier and unhappier,” he told me in 1996 upon the publication of “Infinite Jest,” the 1,000-plus-page novel that would cement his status as one the few modern-day literary giants.</p>

<p>At the time, Wallace, who grew up in Urbana, was teaching English literature and creative writing at Illinois State University in Normal, and he strove to maintain a sense of normality even as reviewers such as New York magazine’s Walter Kirn were raving about “Infinite Jest”: “It’s as though Paul Bunyan had joined the NFL or Wittgenstein had gone on ‘Jeopardy!’ The novel is that colossally disruptive. And that spectacularly good.”</p>

<p>By many accounts, he succeeded; his former students and colleagues remember him as a deeply caring person whose casual persona as the bandanna-wearing “Dave” was far removed from his lofty literary reputation.</p>

<p>So the news that the 46-year-old writer was found dead by his wife Friday night after apparently hanging himself in his California home sparked equal parts shock, sadness and an aching sense of loss among those who knew him and his writings.</p>

<p>“He had a mind that seemed to see everything on every level all at once,” said Michael Pietsch, publisher of Little, Brown, longtime home to Wallace’s works. "Beside the talent that left every other writer I knew in awe of him, he was just so gentle and tried not to be intimidating, a man who went out of his way to be fair, to be understanding to be kind.</p>

<p>“I feel every word I speak is a ridiculous reduction of a mind and a talent that no one could begin to grasp.”</p>

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<p>Wallace wrote with an oversize personality but avoided celebrity. His writing was intellectual and emotional, hilarious and dazzling. He used big words, and made an art form of footnotes and endnotes.</p>

<p>He also was prescient: “Infinite Jest” envisioned people pleasuring themselves to death through entertainment in a world in which everything, even years, had corporate sponsors. Yet as lively and satirical as that book was, he told me his primary goal was “to do a book that was sad.”</p>

<p>Said Pietsch: “The experiences of pain in that book are many, but at the same time it’s a celebration of every one of them for their spirit and their resilience.”</p>

<p>Tim Feeney, who took undergraduate and graduate classes with Wallace at Illinois State, remembered his former teacher as a big-brother type who, “once you had his trust, he would do anything for you. He was a big dude, about 6-foot-3, but a real gentle guy.”</p>

<p>Feeney also was knocked out by Wallace’s observational and analytical powers. “He could just talk extemporaneously about anything. He just knew so much. He was just a noticing machine.”</p>

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<p>Like many brilliant minds, Wallace nonetheless struggled to find meaning in existence, light against the darkness. It’s no wonder that this passage from his 2005 commencement speech at Kenyon College is now making the Internet rounds:</p>

<p>"Learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old clich</p>

<p>I haven’t read his work- but then I have very short attention span for reading these days. :(</p>

<p>However- I am motivated by the other comments to check him out further.</p>

<p>It is a shame, as it sounds he was a man with a great deal to give.
I’m not unfamiliar with the depression that hits men at that age, my father died from depression, in his early 40’s.
I hope that the way he died, does not come to define him, any more than any other type of death, should define the way we choose to live our lives.</p>

<p>emeraldkity4:</p>

<p>–Oh, I don’t think there’s any reason at all to believe that DFW or his work will somehow be “defined” by his suicide. Ultimately, it’s the work that lives (or not), and the work is untouched by the way a writer died (just as it is untouched by the way he lived). And unfortunately, the list of writers, great and otherwise, who have committed suicide is a long one. (In fact, as with virtually everything else these days, it seems, there’s even a Wikipedia entry on this very point: [Category:Writers</a> who committed suicide) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia](<a href=“http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Writers_who_committed_suicide)%5DCategory:Writers”>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Writers_who_committed_suicide)).</p>

<p>–As for having a “short attention span for reading,” DFW has been celebrated not only for his 1,000+ page novel but also for his short stories and for his short nonfiction pieces (many of which have been collected in book form), which show (among other things) that his interests and knowledge ranged all over the place. Here’s just one example:</p>

<p><a href=“http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/20/sports/playmagazine/20federer.html?_r=2&pagewanted=all&oref=slogin&oref=slogin[/url]”>http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/20/sports/playmagazine/20federer.html?_r=2&pagewanted=all&oref=slogin&oref=slogin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

<p>–Finally, here’s a (predictably) thoughtful appreciation by novelist and critic David Gates:</p>

<p>[David</a> Foster Wallace: An Appreciation by David Gates | Newsweek Books | Newsweek.com](<a href=“http://www.newsweek.com/id/158935]David”>David Foster Wallace: An Appreciation by David Gates)</p>