Tuesday, September 16, 2008


photo ©2008 tim carpenter from File Magazine

I was in the middle of a late night poker session Saturday night when someone phoned another player with the news that the writer David Foster Wallace had killed himself. We were unable to confirm it at the time and I did not hear all the details until Sunday night. He will be missed. I never finished his novel Infinite Jest but I really enjoyed his essays and his erudition. His review of Garner's Modern American Usage is a classic example. Wallace also had several entries in The Writer's Thesaurus that are worth looking up.

On a more positive note, my friend Dolittle sent me a copy of Sarah Vowell's Assassination Vacation. It fits in perfectly with my Teddy Roosevelt obsession.


Churlita said...

Weird, huh? I read another blog where the writer found a paper from college that DFW read and graded. I've never had a professor who killed himself.

Dexter said...

Me neither...never really had a novelist as a professor either...that i know of anyways.

Churlita said...

Apparently, I shouldn't comment of blogs before I've had caffeine. Duh. Really, DFW critiqued his short story. There. Does that make more sense. I've had TA's who have been novelists. One even writes for McSweeney's sometimes.