Why?

I haven't stopped thinking about David Foster Wallace since I heard the news yesterday. I think I may be one of the few people who has never even once contemplated suicide, so it's incredibly difficult for me to understand.

"Infinite Jest" came out in 1996, just after I'd left Microsoft and was contemplating fiction writing. After devouring those 1000 pages, I knew that was what I wanted to do. It remains one of my favorite books to read for pleasure and the highest bar as a writer.