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Date: 2003-12-06 08:57 am (UTC)I met David Foster Wallace because I was at a dinner celebrating his mother winning the Carnegie Foundation Professor of the Year award...she was the national winner for two-year colleges. I was there because I had been her student and had written one of the three student letters supporting her nomination. (She truly is the best professor I've ever had. Parkland is very lucky to have her.)
Before knowing them, I didn't know that a propensity for endnotes (or content notes, as Sally Foster Wallace prefers to call them) could be genetically transmitted. _Infinite Jest_ is the only novel I know of with hundreds of endnotes.
I still haven't had the nerve to try reading it. Good luck.