David Foster Wallace is now dead as well, and that is a shame because he wrote the one the best things I've ever read. I read it because slate told me to. Here is my favorite passage:
As I see it, it probably really is good for the soul to be a tourist, even if it’s only once in a while. Not good for the soul in a refreshing or enlivening way, though, but rather in a grim, steely-eyed, let’s-look-honestly-at-the-facts-and-find-some-way-to-deal-with-them way. My personal experience has not been that traveling around the country is broadening or relaxing, or that radical changes in place and context have a salutary effect, but rather that intranational tourism is radically constricting, and humbling in the hardest way—hostile to my fantasy of being a real individual, of living somehow outside and above it all. (Coming up is the part that my companions find especially unhappy and repellent, a sure way to spoil the fun of vacation travel:) To be a mass tourist, for me, is to become a pure late-date American: alien, ignorant, greedy for something you cannot ever have, disappointed in a way you can never admit. It is to spoil, by way of sheer ontology, the very unspoiledness you are there to experience. It is to impose yourself on places that in all noneconomic ways would be better, realer, without you. It is, in lines and gridlock and transaction after transaction, to confront a dimension of yourself that is as inescapable as it is painful:
As a tourist, you become economically significant but existentially loathsome, an insect on a dead thing.I like that the "insect on a dead thing" line comes in the final line of the sixth footnote to the article. It seems to me like my favorite authors, like Thompson and Hemingway, built chapters, if not compounds in Aspen, around lines like that. I would probably have a t-shirt made explicitly quoting myself if I could muster such a classy bit of text.
Now that he's dead, reading his shorter pieces brings about the same type of enjoyment I found listening to music there would be no more of like Queen and Zeppelin... oh wait.