It is such a rare experience to discover an author whose work poses exactly those questions that had been lingering in your own head (but had not found a proper form yet). It makes one feel less alone inside. The work of David Foster Wallace had that effect. It was with immense regret that I learned he could no longer be in this world. Just one week after I had finished my book and defended my dissertation that was the result of years spent in close company of his texts, I heard the news that made my heart sink. It was as if a big emptiness had shuffled into the room. It is still there. The title of my book–‘Do You Feel It Too?’–was chosen from one of Wallace’s short stories that I treasure,“Octet”. The sentence functioned as a little banner, hovering over my research throughout the years, as a reminder of what I believed was most important, and it also articulated to me that I was not alone in believing this.‘Faith is not the knowledge of a truth about which one might be doubtful or certain,’Emmanuel Levinas once wrote.‘Beyond these modalities, it is the face to face encounter with a substantial interlocutor.’That such a face-to-face encounter is possible through the writing and reading of fiction is simply magic. I will be forever grateful to David Foster Wallace for being such a wonderful, hyper-intelligent, hypersensitive (and also extremely funny) interlocutor in all his work.