Sad day in blogland
It's amazing how speechless you can get when one of your heroes dies. Here's a comment posted on the Ceeb website that pretty well sums it up:
I did my Master's thesis on Wallace and while it shouldn't be any great surprise to those familiar with his work that his was a consciousness long tortured and an intelligence thoroughly capable of only adding to that torture, this news brings with it a terrible sadness, for me specifically because I tend continuously to haunt the shelves of bookstores (physical and virtual alike) for signs of any new writings or even editions of old ones and for the world generally as Donna Meness has rightly suggested: Wallace saw the details most of us will never see and was able not only to analyse those details with deep mathematical precision but also to humanize them with humour, sensitivity and grace. The universe today is so much colder.Yeah, what she said.
(That first longish sentence the best blog-worthy tribute I can muster.)
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