I haven't written anything about the death of David Foster Wallace mostly because I've been too embarrassed to admit I've never read any of his writing. Not from lack of interest, and he's definitely been on my list, I just didn't have a sense of urgency about tackling the likes of Infinite Jest. The news of his suicide hit like a bomb both among many of my close friends and in the literary world at large, and after reading several of the tributes to Wallace published in the last week I understand why. My favorite piece is novelist Joshua Ferris's recollection of having interviewed Wallace when Ferris was but a young starstruck reporter for the Daily Iowan:
Yeah it's high time I read one of his books. It's just a shame that I could have appreciated him in his lifetime instead of after he's too soon gone.