infinite, infinite jest.

I losted mah place in th endnotez So summer is near its end and I’m nowhere close to being finished IJ. I’m just not going to do it. I am more than halfway through, though, and I’m not giving up.

I am, however, taking a break to read Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, maybe partially because I listened to him tell a story on The Moth Podcast about being stranded in a train station at age 16. It’s going quickly; but then, it’s a manageable subway-reading size.

While reading it on the way to school the other day, a man wearing goggles asked me what I thought of it. He said he wasn’t going to tell me his opinion, because I was just at the start of the book. But then, when he got off the train, as the doors were closing, he turned around and looked at me and said “I didn’t love it.”

5 Responses to “infinite, infinite jest.”


  1. 1 lauren a.

    i love this photo! sad news: did you hear that david foster wallace died? :(

  2. 2 Dory

    I did hear. So sad and surprising.

  3. 3 marlo

    I listened to that podcast, too.

    I also didn’t love American Gods. I didn’t finish it, though, and I don’t really remember much about it because it was 5 years ago.

  4. 4 dory

    Yeah. Goggle-man was right. I didn’t love it either, though I did finish it. Now I’m back to Infinite Jest–I should snap a photo of Ozzy pawing at the ribbons on its dust jacket.

  5. 5 pshazz

    I liked AG a lot better the second time around (since Harper Collins was offering it free online for a limited time)

    I have been trying to read IJ probably since at least since 2000, when I heard about it, and 2004 when I bought it. I am not very far.

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