I'm about 250 pages into Infinite Jest and am fairly shocked at how the long, infinitely detailed sections on drug abuse, pharmacology, mental illness and suicide have all become so much more poignant, and seem so obviously to be the result of experience, after Wallace's suicide. The book is much sadder now, though maybe unintentionally, than it was when I first read it, many years ago.

Oddly, a similar thing has not happened with Elliott Smith's music.