In an alternate universe, DFW is still alive, and is still writing about Federer, chronicling this phase of his career, and comparing him to Nadal and Djokovic and Murray. Instead, we’re left wishing Pale King were more like Infinite Jest, that Federer today were more like Federer yesterday. And knowing that it’s only a matter of time before there won’t be any more Wallace to read or kinetic beauty to watch.
