Wednesday, 14 March 2012
A thought on the death of David Foster Wallace
A seemingly common phenomena is that of great minds dealing with profound despair and disenchantment. Wittgenstein, Van Gogh, Camus, Woof, Hemingway etc. There can be no doubt that it must permeate any clinically occurring depression more deeply. The striving frustration and self-appointed tribulation relative to ambition and thoughtfulness so sadly overwhelmed DFW to the point of being clearly unable to deal with it.