Amazing what Dave Wallace accomplished in so short a time, and his was one of the few celebrity deaths that I felt a reaction to -- in my case, literally like taking a well-thrown punch to the heart. I had trouble breathing when I heard it. It's not just that he was a great writer, but -- poor guy -- he stood for so much more. Being serious in a world of irony, but also being pants-wettingly funny when he wished. Following your muse, explaining anything to anybody.
His legacy is in no danger -- I'm unaware of anybody who has come up through the ranks since his death that garners anything near the respect that Wallace earned. This book is mostly academics talking to other academics in a language that I don't understand very well. (People enjoy poking fun at academic writing, but I would feel equally lost listening to economists talking to each other, or oilfield engineers, or any other highly-technical specialty. It is not the failure of the various authors in this book that I don't know what an 'ontological structure' is; the fault is mine.) For most of the essays here, I gamely struggled through, but didn't gain much.
The contrast to the regular joes, when they showed up, was startling. (In one of the academic essays, the professor recounted a story in which a famous author was denied a spot on the faculty, with one of the panel asking, "If being a writer qualifies you to be an English professor, should they hire an elephant to be a professor in the Department of Zoology?" Never mind that Wallace was, by all accounts, an excellent teacher and mentor as well.) For some reason, writers I don't like -- Don DeLillo, Rick Moody, Dave Eggars -- all made contributions here, their own bad breath and wrinkles standing out in contrast to the titan they are memorializing. But the piece by George Saunders was quite nice.
Reading about Wallace is no substitute for reading the source material. Still, I enjoyed this, because it let me know that I'm not alone in my heartbreak, it reminded me of some of the things I love about his writing and gave me much to think about in interpreting his work.
In closing, years and years and years after reading everything he published, I guess the one single thing I would urge every single decent human being to go out and read is his essay The View from Mrs. Thompson's, in his book Consider the Lobster. In light, friendly language he has created a black hole, something of unimaginable density and decency and fun, to boot. It is as essential to English writing as Shakespeare.