“Mary had a little lamb, its fleece electrostatic / And everywhere Mary went, the lights became erratic.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
SO. F*CKING. LONG. DAVID.
GODDAMMITT. Just read the first 200 pages, when I realized, I didn’t have any idea what the book t about. Thy mercy, O LORD, help me.
The first book ever that I labelled as ‘currently-reading’ on Goodreads. EVER. Ugh.
And, by searching on Google, I found it:
Ya ya ya. I must do the exact same thing. So, I’ll re-read it from the first page– what I mean is, from the introduction chapter–and I hope I’ll get 10 pages per week. It’s more difficult than the-other-goddammit-novel, Ulysses (James Joyce).
A Behemoth. A Gargantua. A Leviathan. A Gojira. A Kraken, A Colossus. A Giant.
Update 1: The complete review will come next
century year―I wish.
Update 2: 1088 Reasons You Should Read Infinite Jest.
Update 5: I don’t play tennis. Reading this mega-novel makes me want to play tennis. One is that Wallace’s grasp of tennis was truly prodigious. In this mega-novel, tennis is not only a game but also a religion. Wallace is interested in – and writes – every aspect of the game, from its strategic complications and technical evolution through to sponsorship deals and methods of hydration. It was so massive that I think I read Holy Book of Tennis instead of a novel. His description about tennis is like Hemingway’s writing about bullfighting in The Sun Also Rises, and more complex (and more interesting) than Nabokov’s description about the tennis match in Lolita. I spent 4 hours on Wikipedia just to read any articles which are related to tennis. And the only (and the most) interesting writing about tennis that I’ve ever read is written by DFW…
Update 6: Page 800-something; An absolute vision, masterly and enveloping in a way that less personal, more conventional books are not. An exceedingly rare one in post-modern books — of how a work that seems built on the denial of pleasure can, through formal discipline, passionate integrity and terrifying seriousness, produce an experience of exaltation. Infinite Jest is too beautiful to be described as an ordeal, but it is sufficiently intense and unyielding that when it is over, you may feel, along with awe, a measure of relief. Which may sound like a reason to stay away, but is exactly the opposite.