David Foster Wallace
I read a short story with my students titled "Incarnations of Burned Children." It was written by David Foster Wallace. I am intrigued by his writing style. Wallace somehow managed to take a two-page, one-paragraph short story and cram in more literary devices and techniques than you can shake a stick at: polysyndeton, personification, similes, metaphors, alliteration, synesthesia, paradoxes, allusions, foreshadowing, symbolism, and on and on and on. Yet, somehow, the story is not overwrought or overdone. It is a haunting, ambiguous piece about the death of a child. Even the death itself is ambiguous. These are the final lines:
"... the child had learned to leave himself and watch the whole rest unfold from a point overhead, and whatever was lost never thenceforth mattered, and the child's body expanded and walked about and drew pay and lived its life untenanted, a thing among things, its self's soul so ...