Is “connection” a word that is used way too freely? Maybe so. I’m feeling a bit disheartened by its rarity. Sometimes it seems so easy to connect with people and other times, impossible. Regardless of the ambiguity, I’m intrigued by the late David Foster Wallace’s philosophies on the subject, so I decided to look beyond the daunting task of reading 1000 plus pages of fiction and well, just do it. I’ve heard all about this literary journey some call an “infinite summer,” and I’m hopping on board. I’m so curious to where it will take me.
I’ve almost finished this book, nearly three months after starting it, and I’m still amazed at just how good it is. Yes, it’s a bit of a slog, and the 4-page endnotes can be a pain, but the sheer depth of the world Wallace has created is astounding. I want to write more once I’ve finished it, but even only 7/8 of the way through I can highly recommend this book (although maybe not the backache that comes with carrying it around everywhere!).
Infinite Summer is a good resource when you’re starting the book, but after a few hundred pages I was so engrossed that I didn’t really need any extra encouragement to get through it. The motivation from the website is helpful for the first couple of hundred pages though, as you are thrown into the deep end with barely any explanation.
I already feel that I could write reams and reams about this book, and this is before I’ve finished it. Stay tuned for a series of posts in the coming weeks once I’m through with it.
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