![]() The doorstop, with an insufficient dictionary beside me. Yes, the commencement address, of course. Where had this been? How had I missed it?Īnd so I set about un-missing everything I could find with his name on it. I clicked some links and found a few of his essays and some nonfiction and began to feel like someone hearing Nevermind for the first time in May of 1994. While I had read only one of his short stories, it was obvious that a big part of the reading public had been devouring every word this man had to offer. I’m sure I heard the news of Wallace’s death on or shortly after September 12, 2008. It’s been there for more than a year now, passed over time and again. They always stop at David Foster Wallace’s Oblivion, the last story collection he published. ![]() ![]() My fingers tap the spines of my books, working from the top left corner of my TBR shelf to the bottom right, pausing occasionally to slide a book from its spot before returning it a few seconds later. ![]()
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