“If Mr. Wallace were less talented, you would be inclined to shoot him – or possibly yourself – somewhere right around page 480 of ‘Infinite Jest.’ ” wrote McInerney. “In fact, you might anyway.”
In case all y'all hadn't heard yet, David Foster Wallace killed himself Friday night: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/7616405.stm
I used to see him at the local Zen center. He seemed like the sweet and quiet and brilliant type. Sad day.
EDIT: Mostly for my own records, here's the entry I wrote when I first met him: http://avani.livejournal.com/22014.html