Showing posts with label death of the artist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death of the artist. Show all posts

Saturday, September 13, 2008

David Foster Wallace killed himself. I can't even....

I remember seeing him read when I first moved to NYC at Dixon Place. I remember reading Broom of the System when I was in college. He's three years older than me. He consistently blew me away with everything he wrote.

Shit.