UPDATE: While I still find this article agenda-driven and offensive, it turns out that both it and the Rolling Stone piece mentioned came out at the same time, so it does not so much willfully ignore the Rolling Stone article as it does simply make preposterous conclusions about DFW's life and work based on absolutely no evidence. Still bullshit, but not quite as intellectually dishonest as I thought.
When an article compares a dead artist to Kurt Cobain, my horseshit detector goes way up. Probably because Kurt Cobain wasn't my Kurt Cobain, if that makes any sense. And sure enough, there's a lot of horseshit to be found in this article about David Foster Wallace in the UK's Prospect Magazine. But nothing is so ridiculous, so preeningly shallow an example of self serving faux intellectualism as this paragraph:
He was an immensely gifted and original writer, with a brilliant, hyper-analytical mind. The two things such people should avoid are marijuana and universities. He was aware of the dangers of the former (which was not just a threat to his prose—after his first novel he checked into rehab and asked to be put on suicide watch). But he couldn't escape the warm, welcoming trap of the latter. Only universities will give a job for life and full health insurance to a novelist with heavy-metal hair and a history of depression. He was, as ever, aware of the risk to his fiction. In a brilliant, painful television interview with Charlie Rose in 1997, he said, "Oh boy, don't even get me started on teaching… The more time and energy spent on teaching, which is extraordinarily hard to do well, the less time spent on your own work… I find myself saying this year the same thing I said last year, and it's a little bit horrifying." He looked like a trapped animal. He'd been teaching for four years. Eleven years later, still teaching creative writing, never having written another novel, he killed himself.