About a week ago I picked up a book in the discount section of my local Barnes & Noble called Consider The Lobster. I’d seen it in the bookstore before, and I really liked the title. Usually I don’t like it when people tell me to do things, but “consider the lobster,” is such an odd imperative that I made an exception.
I read the first essay, which was about 50 pages and had more footnotes than any case I’d read in law school, and I loved it. So I went online and Googled the name of the book’s author, David Foster Wallace, and I learned that he had hung himself the previous day. A dark coincidence and nothing more, I know, but still it makes you think…
Anyway, it’ll be a long time before I pick up a book from the discount section again.
Yeah, this guy was damn talented, and his death sucks for the rest of us.