I discovered David Foster Wallace when I was suffering through my own deep depression. "A Supposedly Fun Thing . . . " was the first book I'd read in months that made me laugh out loud. I still haven't made my way through "Infinite Jest," but I've read his essays and articles again and again, to see how he does it, to laugh, to nod my head in agreement, and to be for a few hours with a person who lives in MY world, funny and absurd and tragic and ironic as it is. He made me feel less alone.
He was my friend, though he didn't know it
Amy Sep 16, 2008