It was brilliant. It was sophisticated. It was meaningful. And I wish I had known what she was talking about.
I remember Infinite Jest being about tennis, which is a sport I enjoy playing once or twice a year. I was varsity in high school, but the coach said that even though I had some talent, I just didn’t appear to want to work very hard.*
Eden M. Kennedy, How Did I Get Here?
* The actual quote was, “It’s too bad she doesn’t give a shit.”
I don’t recall purchasing Infinite Jest. Or borrowing it. Or finding it on a suitcase in a railway station, attached to a note reading “Please look after this bear of a novel.”
Infinite Summer begins tomorrow
Reblogging an old post from March, in honor of the upcoming Infinite Summer:
Four different covers of Infinite Jest. Clockwise, from upper right: 2007 edition released in England; 10th anniversary printing; First hardback edition; First paperback edition. (via davidfosterwallace)
As if lugging around a book the size of a 2 br. 1¼ bath apartment isn’t enough, you may want to carry a notebook as well. You won’t always have the requisite Oxford English Dictionary within arm’s reach, you know.
It came out in paperback in the fall of 1997 and almost immediately the Tattered Cover had a mountain of them in the bargain department for $8.99 each. They were stacked in a large square, three or four feet high, each book a brick in tower, near the cash registers. How could I resist?
It’s hard to know what Gourmet Magazine had in mind when they dispatched David Foster Wallace to the Maine Lobster Festival, but an 8,000 words treatise (complete with footnotes) that grapples with the ethics of boiling sentient creatures alive for the sake of culinary enjoyment was probably not it.