Sunday, September 14, 2008

RIP David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)

You may have heard the news; last Friday the literary Wunderkind of the 1990s, David Foster Wallace, hanged himself in his Southern Californian home.  I have to admit that I haven't thought much about Wallace since the turn of the century, but his 1996 Infinite Jest was (and perhaps still is) one of my favorite novels.  

In many ways, _Infinite Jest_ was the quintessential 1990s American novel -- the conceit of the story was that American economic and cultural influence would simply keep growing and growing in the future -- as indeed in those heady post-Cold War times it looked like it would.  Of course, part of Wallace's point was that would not necessarily be a good thing given the crass commercialization of US culture  -- his idea that names of calendar years would be sold to the highest bidder is entirely believable given that we live in the world of PETCO Park and Qualcomm Stadium.

Many people have compared Wallace to Bret Easton Ellis (Less than Zero, American Psycho), and in a way they have a point. Certainly, Wallace was far more erudite and literary, but just as Ellis captured the "soul" of Reagan-era America, Wallace did the same for the Clinton era. Who will do the same for our current era?

2 comments:

Jonathan Eisen said...

Alas I could never make it through Infinite Jest. It was just the wrong time in my life. But it certainly was a phenomenal read for the parts I made it through. I will have to try again.

Jonathan Badger said...

Yeah, _IJ_ wasn't light reading. I've never gotten through Joyce's _Ulysses_ or Pynchon's _Gravity's Rainbow_, so I understand not being able to get all the way through books even if you appreciate their quality.