David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)

Very sad news this weekend about author David Foster Wallace, found dead in his home on Friday from an apparent suicide. He was only 46. While already a ‘game changing’ writer -someone who forever alters the literary landscape – I can’t help but wonder what else he might have produced in years to come. I’m quite sure that he could have been a cross-generational influence, much like Saul Bellow or Philip Roth – a writer who affects readers over the course of a long and prolific lifetime.  Aside from his published works, well worth reading is his commencement address to Kenyon College in 2005. Here’s an excerpt, which seems in some ways eerily prophetic.

Given the triumphant academic setting here, an obvious question is how much of this work of adjusting our default setting involves actual knowledge or intellect. This question gets very tricky. Probably the most dangerous thing about an academic education — least in my own case — is that it enables my tendency to over-intellectualize stuff, to get lost in abstract argument inside my head, instead of simply paying attention to what is going on right in front of me, paying attention to what is going on inside me.

 As I’m sure you guys know by now, it is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive, instead of getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head (may be happening right now). Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old cliché about quote the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master.

This, like many clichés, so lame and unexciting on the surface, actually expresses a great and terrible truth. It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in: the head. They shoot the terrible master. And the truth is that most of these suicides are actually dead long before they pull the trigger.

And I submit that this is what the real, no bullshit value of your liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out. That may sound like hyperbole, or abstract nonsense. Let’s get concrete. The plain fact is that you graduating seniors do not yet have any clue what “day in day out” really means. There happen to be whole, large parts of adult American life that nobody talks about in commencement speeches. One such part involves boredom, routine, and petty frustration. The parents and older folks here will know all too well what I’m talking about.



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2 responses to “David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)

  1. Regina Beverly

    I have never read Mr. Wallace’s books. Sadly told I never heard of him. Just now in the prime of my life…58 yrs young, I realize I have missed out on alot of reading. Having read so much information today on Mr. Wallace, I am looking forward to checking out his books from the library to read. I am sure that when I am able to afford the purchases of them I will make a collection of them. One of the things I am teaching my grandkids is the importance of reading everything. Not to waste their lives like me , only to now ,try and play catch-up. Thanks!

  2. Regina Beverly

    I sent a comment already but neglected to check…both notifies…which I just did below. Thanks again.

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