“It seems like the big distinction between good art and so-so art lies . . . in being willing to sort of die in order to move the reader, somehow. Even now I’m scared about how sappy this’ll look in print, saying this. And the effort to actually to do it, not just talk about it, requires a kind of courage I don’t seem to have yet.” He also said, “All the attention and engagement and work you need to get from the reader can’t be for your benefit; it’s got to be for hers.”
An essay about David Foster Wallace’s life and work by D.T. Max for The New Yorker.