Thrown Into The Deep End

I’m three pages in, no page or chapter break in sight, and there’s already a lot to write about. Thought I should pause to take a breath and jot down a few early impressions.

DFW (that’s my nickname for David Foster Wallace) definitely has a unique style. I should have mentioned previously that I have read one collection of his short stories, Girl With Curious Hair, so I have some familiarity with his writing already. I liked the collection and admired his voice. It’s been a couple years, so I can’t say too much about them now, but I remember enjoying some stories quite a bit.

Anyway, I’m struck by the description. I wonder if DFW or anyone actually sees the world in this manner, with this level of detail. I rather think most people let most of these types of details wash over them and get lost in their own thoughts and internal dialogues. I know that’s the case with me at least.

With so many details, it’s hard to understand exactly what the situation is, but I gather Hal, our narrator, is seeking entrance into the University of Arizona on a tennis scholarship. He’s making me work for it.

I enjoy the fact that Hal has not yet said anything, and the adults around him have taken it upon themselves to speak for him.

I am assuming that the Infinite Jest is some sort of commentary on the human condition.

The joke is on all of us.

You are reading my live blog of Infinite Jest. Start at the beginning.

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