David Foster Wallace's was the second death ever to make me cry. Over a period of days, on several occasions. I've been reading obits and remembrances and occasionally getting choked up or emitting sobs that I kind of hope the other people in my house can't hear.
I feel like this thread needs a perspective from a hopeless DFW sycophant. I'm a little surprised no one else on this board has stepped in yet to fill that position. I feel like there must be others.
Infinite Jest is my favorite book. Every time I open it up I find something new in there. No other book I've ever read is as packed with comedy and humanity as
Infinite Jest, and no other writer has ever made me as excited about the potential of the written word as DFW has. His style is utterly inimitable but, despite what some people think, it's not just to show off. He thought about things carefully and thoroughly and though his style was self-assured and showy, what he was saying almost never was.
Simply put, Jackie Blue is wrong. S/he may not have liked
Infinite Jest, but one need only listen to me, or perhaps
these guys, talk about it to realize that it changes lives. It changed mine. "One of the worst novels" could not do that.
When Wallace died, the writing world lost someone truly phenomenal. In my mind, no one could ever do what he did.
TKX, by the way, Cryptonomicon is my second favorite book.