Saturday, September 5, 2009

David Foster Wallace, sadness, and life.

David Foster Wallace is a writer that was previously unknown to me, until I heard of him on bookninja.com last year. He killed himself last September.

At times like this, I feel like I'm incredibly unaware of what is going on in the world of literature. Time magazine included his book, Infinite Jest, in the list of 100 most influential books. (1923 - 2006) How could i not know who this man is? Was.

It’s not a surprise to me that he committed suicide. During the past 20 years of working in the business of psychiatry, I’ve come to know an incredible number of creative and talented people, who are plagued by depression. I’ve got a few theories on the subject, and I’m sure there has been research done about this subject. I don’t think it can be boiled down to statistics and numbers.

(Side note: I’ve just finished reading his review of A Dictionary of Modern American Usage by Bryan A. Garner. (ADMAU) It’s causing me to be overly aware of all the mistakes I make. I’m trying to correct the ones I know about, and trying not to be paranoid about all the ones I know I’ve missed. )

Mr. Wallace was a contributing editor of Harper’s Magazine, and shortly after his death, they released all of their content that was written by him. I, being the nerd (or SNOOT) that I am, of course printed it all up. Then, being the procrastinator that I am, I put it away to ‘read later’. I just found it back last week, and I’ve spent the intervening time reading his works.

Of course, reading his work posthumously puts a whole different spin on things, doesn’t it? Reading “The Depressed Person”, a short story about a woman’s experience with depression, the loss of a therapist to apparent suicide, and being a burden to her “Support System”, you have to wonder how much of this was autobiographical. The review of ADMAU gives glimpses into his life, how his parents were highly educated, and their attention to proper language usage made things difficult for him when he was growing up. (you know, nerdifying him as well) His name for people who pay way too much attention to proper language usage is SNOOT, and he calls the children of those people “SNOOTlets” So, when I read about how the “SNOOTlets tend to have a very hard social time of it in school… When his peers are giving the SNOOTlet monstrous quadruple Wedgies or holding him down and taking turns spitting on him…” I had to wonder if this was his experience.

During the writing of this post, a friend made the choice to take her life... This is no longer an intellectual discussion with myself...

Although i have respect for personal decisions, including the one to take one's own life, it is something I will never understand. It reinforces my belief that there are some people who think too much, who feel too much, and that sometimes that burden is too much to take. I know that people will make decisions like this, and I don't believe that there's anything we can really do to change their minds, no matter how hard we try. When people are truly suicidal, when they've made that decision, they don't give any outward indication of how they feel. They're past the point of talking about, of being talked out of it. They've made their decision.

8 comments:

MG Higgins said...

A poignant and heartbreaking post. My experience has been the same with acquaintances and clients (when I was a therapist) who took their own lives. Before the decision was made they were conflicted, but once they made that choice they were highly focused--almost businesslike about it. (At least those who were not acting impulsively and/or attention-seeking.)

My heart goes out to your friend, her family and friends, and to you. It's not easy.

Monica said...

Thanks, MG. This is a peripheral loss, to me, i didnt see this person every day, but it's such a loss to the kids and closer friends. it brought home, tho...

Paul Michael Murphy said...

Sorry for your loss.

I love Wallace's Kenyon commencement address.

You can find it here:

http://timm84.wordpress.com/2009/04/27/david-foster-wallace-speech/

Monica said...

thanks, PMM, i'll check that out for sure.

Rachel said...

motherrrrr did you put your blog in my favourites??? its cute though. good job

Monica said...

thanks, Rachel. Yes, i did do that. love you.

Anita said...

My mother-in-law is a Snoot, so you know what that makes my husband. His muscles are too big for the head-in-the-toilet treatment, but we've found other ways to ensure he only corrects grammar mentally.

I'm really sorry about your friend.

Monica said...

not correcting things out loud is one of the most difficult things to do. I recently got myself in trouble with the fire chief, (the fire department is in charge of changing this sign in town that gives quasi inspirational sayings). I sent him an email, informing them of this gross spelling error... i hope my house doesn't catch fire.

Thanks, Anita.