I first discovered David Foster Wallace in The Broom of the System, his first novel. I loved the bright-shiny brilliance of the prose and the fantastical, if completely confusing, plot. I've since read some of his short stories and non-fiction, and have tried to delve into the massive Infinite Jest a few times but haven't gotten far. All of it reflected an obvious genius and unique intellect.
David Foster Wallace commited suicide on the September 12. As this Slate article suggests, perhaps the best way to remember him is read one of his best essays, Consider the Lobster.