The beatification of David Foster Wallace has begun. The author, who died by committing suicide in 2008, is now fertile soil for the young literary scholar. It was announced in an article in The Chronicle of Higher Education this week that the hunt through his "afterlife" has begun. Careers hinge on the outcome. In The Huffington Post I reflect on the plight of the dead author, his or her strange journey into the literary canon. Glory from the grave embrace me? Or, too little, too late?