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Tag Archives: suicide
This post was in response to something that has now been removed from the web. The author of the original post, Mary Rose, in comments below has asked that this similarly get removed. While I understand why she thinks post is “hateful,” I respectfully disagree — this is an angry post, and anger was an [...]
In Virginia, there’s an esteemed literary magazine called The Virginia Quarterly Review. There, an editor has committed suicide, and the Review has been shut down amid a new investigation that the suicide was as a result of workplace bullying and harassment. I found the story fascinating on a couple levels. One, there’s a strange perception, [...]
16 years ago today, Kurt Cobain put a bullet in his brain and robbed us all of everything that spoke to MY generation at a time when we were so fucking confused about what mattered. We were tired of the fluff and pop of the ‘80s, sickened by the everlasting everywhereness of the Oliver Stone Wall [...]
David Foster Wallace committed suicide this weekend. 46. Hung himself. The guy had made a career out of being brilliantly insightful and funny. Yet he somehow ended up on the dark side from which suicide seems the only out. I’ve tried to write about depression over the last couple of years, because I know a fair [...]