David Foster Wallace (1962 – 2008)

This is a terrible, terrible, terrible occasion. For years and years he gazed into the foulest depths of depression and despair for us, and he left us thousands of beautiful pages that let us know exactly how bad it can be for some people.

In the end it was too much for him. It was a horrible task he burdened himself with, but probably he only did it because he could not do otherwise.

He was more than one of the late 20th century’s greatest writers. He was an unapologetic crusader for innovation and challenge in literature. He was a modest genius. He was a voice of true sincerity in an industry that can be unbearably cynical. And he was a man who believed in returning dignity to day-to-day life in this country no matter what tendencies might fight otherwise.

He inspired many writers and he’ll inspire many more.

This is a staggering loss for American literature.

In days to come we will perhaps know more about why, if his loved ones choose to reveal that information. And if not, let us all respect their silence. For now, what else is there to say? This is a loss, we’re only just beginning to see how much of a loss. Forget the obituaries and read the man’s writing. (Those unfamiliar with Wallace’s work and looking for a place to start should email me.)

David Foster Wallace begins speaking at 23:15

UPDATE: Haper’s has made available the many pieces Wallace published in that magazine. Note that although they are available here, these pieces are still worth reading as they appear in Wallace’s books, as almost all were condensed for publication in Harper’s.

UPDATE II: Admittedly, not the biggest thing, but when every effing lit-related blog and general interest publication on the Web is mourning the loss, the mouthpiece of the NBCC might think to at least acknowledge what happened.

UPDATE III: As usual, the Literary Saloon has links to everything.