Monday, October 1, 2012


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David Foster Wallace, Postmodern Novelist and Writing Teacher, Is Dead at 46

David Foster Wallace, a writer who was known for his sprawling postmodern novels and humorous, heavily footnoted essays and journalism, died on Friday in an apparent suicide

At a 2005 commencement speech at Kenyon College, in which he made a reference to suicide, Mr. Wallace told graduates that caring about people and being educated were keys to the only real freedom in the world.
“The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing,” he said. “I know that this stuff probably doesn’t sound fun and breezy or grandly inspirational the way a commencement speech is supposed to sound. What it is, as far as I can see, is the capital-T Truth, with a whole lot of rhetorical niceties stripped away. … None of this stuff is really about morality or religion or dogma or big fancy questions of life after death. The capital-T Truth is about life before death.” —Scott Carlson
       
     David passed away, and I started writing again. Brothers in arms. One star out, one star in, and that sort of thing. 

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