David Foster Wallace in the New Yorker

I didn't know anything about David Foster Wallace until I heard about his death, by suicide, last year. The sad event unleashed a heaping of praise for the Author, from the literary people in New York and even by several of my own friends.

Who was this guy, I wondered.

My friend Luke G in Seattle told me to make sure I read the long-- really long-- piece in the May 9 New Yorker.
The Unfinished: David Foster Wallace’s struggle to surpass “Infinite Jest.” - New Yorker

It's a heartbreaking story of brilliance and madness, with a terribly sad ending. It's worth a read.