I am so fucking fed up
Sep. 15th, 2008 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cryptolectwith people whose work I really like dying too soon. I know, because it's all about me, right? Well, yes, up in here, it is.
David Foster Wallace has died. I am confident that in years to come I will still be looking back in frustration and wondering what he might have written, the same way I wonder what Kirsty MacColl might have sung, or Bill Hicks might have said.
When people I know have died, thankfully not many of them young, I'v missed the person and my relationship with them. Their wasted promise is just a pale also-ran in the grief stakes. But I didn't know these people and so, without the immediacy of personal loss, it's the work that I regret.
David Foster Wallace has died. I am confident that in years to come I will still be looking back in frustration and wondering what he might have written, the same way I wonder what Kirsty MacColl might have sung, or Bill Hicks might have said.
When people I know have died, thankfully not many of them young, I'v missed the person and my relationship with them. Their wasted promise is just a pale also-ran in the grief stakes. But I didn't know these people and so, without the immediacy of personal loss, it's the work that I regret.
