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Update: On the one hand, the bad news – david foster wallace died. But on the other hand, the good news — hey, free david foster wallace essays over at Harpers.

Today I came to work and caught an email that an author I’ve enjoyed the career of passed away over the weekend. Its very sad.  what do you say. Rest in peace, you were among the small handful of living authors i followed. the rest are crap. thanks for your books. may eternity find you always w/ a clean bandana at the ready.

here’s his wikipedia link:

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Foster_Wallace

i loved reading that guy. i was an enormous, blubbering fan of this fella. He had a passage in infinite jest where the prose became somehow just slow motion, it was nearly holographic. it was one of the greatest moments in reading i have ever experienced. im still talking about it, what 15 years later. he was so good it was unsettling at times. he was a technical master, but he pulled it off in a super cool, likeable, ingratiating way. he applied his talent to topics he loved — tennis, for instance. he was a guy that liked tennis, played it as a youth, and then wrote the hell about it. he was the kind of author that is on a level all his own — when you’re reading him, it is w/ gratitude and joy, and if you know anything you know you’re in the hands of a true master. i gladly nominate him to represent my generation to the centuries of literary history. so rest in peace man, im really going to miss your work. The short list just grew one shorter.

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