I interrupt my normal queue schedule to post this tribute to DFW. David Foster Wallace died on September 12, 2008.

In 2001, I spent many months reading his Infinite Jest, a work of exceeding genius and weight (both physical and intellectual). I read the rest of his novels, short stories, and essays, always savoring them when I found them in magazines or on the bookshelf. My mentor, Doug, introduced me to DFW. It was a life altering moment: the first time I read great literature and appreciated its greatness. I'll miss reading what he could have written.