DFW

I feel, for a while anyway, so sad for the passing of my favorite author. And so fucking selfish that I won't be able to read anything he would have published later in his life. Even as his brilliant mind may have matured on things he may have realised later on in his life, I still wish I could read what would have come. Depression is a sad thing, I don't struggle with it (only in the winter, I guess) and I know friends who do. Taking your life due to this incomprehensible sadness makes me just feel like shit. It's so sad.

Well, on amazon today as I was shopping for books, I came upon a published speech he gave as a commencement speaker in 2005 for Kenyon College. It's remarkable. Even in the first few paragraphs. He was so damn brilliant. A friend of mine said he couldn't read him because he's just too damn snarky with his intellectual gold mine for a brain. I really enjoy it. Infinite Jest is such a wonderful book and one of my top 5 favourites.

Here's the link to his commencement speech.

http://www.moreintelligentlife.com/story/david-foster-wallace-in-his-own-words