Review by Pamela Zoslov
“Suicide is such a powerful end, it reaches back
and scrambles the beginning,” wrote David Lipsky in his memoir of
the writer David Foster Wallace, who hanged himself in 2008 at age
46, after writing his wife a two-page note and spreading out the
pages of his unfinished novel The Pale King
nearby. “It has an event gravity: Eventually, every memory
and impression gets tugged in its direction.”
