I am in here.
Image by the queen of subtle via Flickr Ideally, in even a very large and sprawling novel, which David Foster Wallace‘s Infinite Jest certainly is, all the parts of the book are necessary to the whole. The sum of the whole is greater than the accumulation of its parts, etc. This is emphasized in the … Continue reading Infinite Jest: How a book should work
I love a mystery.
Image via Wikipedia I am still slogging along through Infinite Jest, or rather dragged through it: yes, “dragged” is the right word. I have become terribly intrigued by it, and thus am a properly devoted reader. The book occasionally reminds me of James Joyce’s and Virginia Woolf’s experiments with stream-of-consciousness writings. The yrstruly section of … Continue reading yrstruly: In which I attempt that section
Image by dorywithserifs via Flickr I have completed the first week’s worth of reading in the Infinite Summer read-a-thon of Infinite Jest. I must confess that I have a small bit of a problem getting myself connected to any of the characters in it, with the possible exception of Mario Incandenza. I was never any … Continue reading Infinite Jest in small steps
white pebble 