The NY Times Papercuts blog has a sincere post on the death of David Foster Wallace.
David Foster Wallace, who wrote like that leaping and frolicking veldt-creature, is missed already. His best work handed American fiction its pampered ass.
Among many other obits I saw, this one stood apart as a nice tribute and a showcase for the writer's work.
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