Just finished Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story, D.T. Max's nicely done biography of David Foster Wallace, this morning; went yesterday afternoon with Darcy to see Vita and Virginia...the confluence provokes a multiple choice question--
One should feel: a) rejoicing at our culture for providing a place in which the genius of Wallace and the greater genius of Woolf could flourish; b) anger at our culture for using the mental illness of W. and W. along with their exceptionally fine minds as raw material to benefit the rest of us while killing them...they would have been crazy people as English peasants or lords a thousand years ago, but would not have killed themselves, one suspects; c) forgiveness of our culture and of ourselves as the constituents of that culture; d) all of the above; or e) none of the above.
I choose d).
Some promos for life in the South Orange-Maplewood-Orange-West Orange neck of NJ suburbia/urbia: I bought the bio on Saturday at Words bookstore in Maplewood. Max did a reading there Saturday night, which was followed by a reception at the home of GlobalSOMA colleague and author Marina Budhos, who was at Yaddo with Wallace in 1989. Darcy and I saw the play at Luna Stage, one of the showpieces in the Orange-West Orange Valley arts district just to the north of where we live and to the south of our church; our minister is one of the ValleyArts board members.