The Bookbat

I kind of know I’m being unseemly, by the way. Other people’s depression: not about me. I know. But things are bad around here (CAN YOU TELL?) and talking about books is better than talking about suicide fantasies, right? Anyway, David Foster Wallace is not just a person who killed himself, and that is not all that Infinite Jest means to me, and I would gladly ramble on about the other things that it means if I thought I were a good enough writer to do it justice.