I feel like I just ran head-on into the brick wall that is Infinite Jest, and my head isn't quite clear enough to figure out what I thought yet.
mean, it was a slow-motion run, given that I started this back in
December and read it very, very slowly. I've taken a lot of time to
think about it. Why don't I know what I think?
I enjoyed most of
it a great deal. I liked every individual storyline. I appreciated the
characters, and the varieties of writing style, and the footnotes, and
the sheer inventiveness and complexity.
And yet I didn't love it. I'm at the end of Infinite Jest
and I'm just feeling like I missed something. I liked the book well
enough, I'll probably read it again some day, but although individual
sections moved me or entertained me, it's just not hanging together.
There was a point, about 200 pages from the end, when it all felt like it was starting to knit together, and never quite did.
you get to this point with a proclaimed masterpiece, it's hard not to
feel that you're just missing something. I feel like I'm missing
something! How can all of these great pieces not quite hold up?
I'm pretty sure maybe it's me.
is a kaleidoscope of characters, settings, and personal, political,
national, international, and tennis intrigue. It circles around
addiction. And entertainment. And communication or lack thereof. It's
part dystopia, part character study, part comedy, part drama, part crazy
I can't even begin to try to explain it. The writing is
masterful, and those long paragraphs with little punctuation were
hypnotic, always used for reason, and to great effect.
Dammit, there wasn't any part of this I didn't like! So why hasn't it taken that last leap and swept me away?
reread this someday, and see if knowing what is to come helps put the
rest in perspective, allows the book to finally knock me off my feet and
dust me off with a whisk broom.