I’m sure I’m not the only one who is surprised to learn that McSweeney’s had a real-life namesake: Timothy McSweeney died on January 24 at the age of 67. On the McSweeney’s website you can find a message from his family as well as Dave Eggers’ short, touching essay:
Knowing that the journal bore the name of a real person who had endured years of struggle threw melancholy shadows over the enterprise. But the McSweeneys insisted that the use of the name was acceptable, even appropriate, given Timothy’s background as an artist and search for connection and meaning through the written word. Since 2000 we’ve implicitly dedicated all issues to the real Timothy.