A literary loss: David Foster Wallace

I’m not really sure how to address this, but it is certainly a huge loss for literature. I’ve not read David Foster Wallace (pictured from the unofficial Web site), aside from some short pieces in Harper’s, but I’d always meant to. That’s one of those sad phrases, hackneyed, and now he is gone — a suicide at age 46, barely older than me — and what? Two good “appreciations” from The New York Times and Chris Hayes at The Nation and a third from Salon.
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Author: hankkalet

Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie.

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