Diary: September 14, 2008


David Foster Wallace hanged himself yesterday. I don’t know why I am more sad when a good writer kills themselves, hundreds of anonymous others do the same every day, but there it is.

In a little piece of post-modern business that he might have approved of, every article in The New York Times online has a ‘this article sponsored by’ box and the page with his death notice, the notice of his hanging, was brought to you this morning by a new movie coming out about now: Choke.