Jonathan Franzen writing about his buddy David Foster Wallace? Sounds like crack to a certain breed of contemporary-lit fanboy (i.e., me), which might be why The New Yorker picked just such a piece by Franzen to lure readers into “liking” the magazine on Facebook. Well, I like you anyway, New Yorker—you don’t have to seduce me with theatrics. But thanks for the freebie. That and more of yesterday’s news: