This is water...

I was only vaguely aware of David Foster Wallace before his death last week. Sorta bundled him in with Jonathan Franzen & Richard Powers & never quite got round to reading them, well, apart from Powers (File under "Difficult but (probably) worth the slog").
The McSweeney's Blog & Open Culture kinda explode & you wonder, well, maybe I should have been reading the guy instead of ambulance-chasing after the fact.
And reading yesterday's Guardian Review at 3.00 a.m. this morning, well, it struck me that here was a guy with whom I could totally empathise. I know that it's easy to romanticise the (recently) dead but on re-reading these articles this p.m. Shit, it strikes a chord. (Em7).

Speech by David Foster Wallace.
Christopher Tayler's appreciation.