fuck, fuck, fuck.
now the story can be told

just because I want to put them somewhere

On David Foster Wallace:

-- from the New Yorker.
-- from Time.
-- DFW on McCain from This American Life.
-- and my favorite (for relative definitions of "favorite") from Kottke.

ETA: The definitive tribute from the NYT, which features this heartbreaker from DFW's dad:

"James Wallace said that last year his son had begun suffering side effects from the drugs and, at a doctor’s suggestion, had gone off the medication in June 2007. The depression returned, however, and no other treatment was successful. The elder Wallaces had seen their son in August, he said.

“He was being very heavily medicated,” he said. “He’d been in the hospital a couple of times over the summer and had undergone electro-convulsive therapy. Everything had been tried, and he just couldn’t stand it anymore.”"


This breaks my heart. So talented yet so depressed and couldn't get relief. Very sad.

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