In The Awl, Maria Bustillos has given us a fascinating peek into David Foster Wallace, the reluctant genius, the tormented sufferer who just wanted to be like everyone else. Much is made of his depression, his suicide attempts, and this essay digs into that side of Wallace’s life extensively.
With access to approximately 300-books from the late Wallace’s personal library, there is much to speculate on, as many of the books are heavily underlined and annotated. One of my reasons for keeping a library of books is because I believed strongly that it told the story of a man. It certainly does in the case of Wallace.
I’ll be picking up his new (unfinished at the time of his suicide) novel, The Pale King this weekend, and I’m really looking forward to reading it.