Here's an excerpt from the New Yorker.
It will apparently be published exactly as he left it when he took his life - meaning, I presume, that it will lack an ending. It'll have his personal notes to presumably make up for that fact.
As an admirer, I'm both happy and sad about this. I don't know how Wallace would have felt about something unfinished seeing the light of day, but I'll buy it.
ETA: Here's the New Yorker article about living up to Infinite Jest. Sort of a companion piece to the excerpt, I guess. Haven't read it yet.
It will apparently be published exactly as he left it when he took his life - meaning, I presume, that it will lack an ending. It'll have his personal notes to presumably make up for that fact.
As an admirer, I'm both happy and sad about this. I don't know how Wallace would have felt about something unfinished seeing the light of day, but I'll buy it.
ETA: Here's the New Yorker article about living up to Infinite Jest. Sort of a companion piece to the excerpt, I guess. Haven't read it yet.





