So, in order to Get It Read, I packed David Foster Wallace’s Monumentally Huge Novel Infinite Jest in my bag for Tanzania. And now I find that bunches of other people are also reading it this summer, and blogging about it. For example – here at Infinite Summer, or here at A Supposedly Fun Thing. Matt Yglesias, of Think Progess is reading it too. There’s also an Infinite Jest wiki, and a guide to reading Infinite Jest that I really wish I’d seen in advance – although I would have skipped to page 223, because I am that person.
A little bit of me is doing the dance of ‘I read it first’. Because I have now finished Infinite Jest, so clearly I am ahead of the pack, making me cooler than cool. But a little bit of me is sad, because it is an amazing idea to read Infinite Jest at the same time as a bunch of other people, and share the experience with them. I keep wanting to talk to people about it, and no-one I know has read it. I think I have Eleanor convinced to read it now, because I kept telling her about it whilst we were away. And I know Joe wants to read it, he just needs to find the time. And time is the issue – I wouldn’t have had time to read Infinite Jest over the summer, because I am embarking on the final editing process of my thesis, and Big Fat Absorbing Books are a big no-no. So I’m just going to enjoy watching other people enjoy it. It’s an amazing piece of literature, though, and I’m going to read it again just as soon as I can find the time because I still need to puzzle out the ending a little. I know I love it, even without entirely getting it, but I want to try and get it a little better.
So here’s the story (you sort of need a story about how you came to read Infinite Jest, I feel, it’s just that big a deal). I first picked up David Foster Wallace’s work just before Christmas last year. I’d heard a lot about the guy after his suicide, and though, “Huh, why haven’t I heard of him before.” So I asked Joe if he had any DFW, and Joe supplied a collection of essays, which featured a DFW essay about a Conservative Talk Radio host, and which was, frankly, barnstormingly awesome. So barnstormingly awesome that I went straight out and bought Consider the Lobster, the DFW collection that featured that essay, as well as Up, Simba, his essay about his time on John McCain’s 2000 Straight Talk Express, an essay about the American porn industry, one about the Maine Lobster festival, and another about sports autobiographies entitled, ‘How Tracy Austin Broke My Heart.’ And that was it. I was besotted. I scoured the internet for his complete publications, and ordered Infinite Jest.
Then, it arrived, and I picked it up and started. And realised I’d gone not just from 0-60 on DFW, but 0-60 bajillion. It was just out of my world, and it made my head spin – and not just in the ‘this is amazing’ way the essays made my head spin. In the ‘I’ve never read anything like this in my life’ way. It took me the best part of five months to read the first 100 pages. I tried reading it like I would any other big book, a chapter at a time, in the evenings, waiting for it to click with me. But every time it felt like a slightly different book – I couldn’t work out who the hell anyone was, or when anything was or anything, and that’s before the wild use of language kicked in. So I set it aside. I decided I needed a good solid chunk of reading time to get through it, and that I would take it travelling with me.
I picked it up again at the beginning of June, a week into my trip, and started over. Having fought with/read the first 100 pages once, I raced through them second time, and started to get what was going on. By the time I was 200 pages into it, I was hooked. It was my own personal addiction (and it’s a novel about addiction and tennis – amongst a million other things) and I never wanted to leave it. It was a pretty good thing I had a nine hour bus trip from Arusha to Dar es Salaam to read the thing on, and even better that I then spent three days on the beach on Zanzibar just munching my way through the book. I finally finished it on the plane home – it lasted just the perfect amount of time. It wasn’t like reading any other book I’ve read – it was more like falling into a world and watching it unfold around me, but unfold in a spectacularly non-linear way. The level of observational detail in this thing is simply awesome – a bit of me wonders how a reader copes if they have no background knowledge of tennis, but then I think, they probably cope in the same way I coped with the stuff about drugs, you just read it, and your brain picks out the key points in all the colour, the themes if you will.
I almost can’t say what Infinite Jest is about, or what happens in it – I sort of suspect that it’s about different things for everyone who reads it. I tend to describe it as being about addiction and tennis, because that’s an easy description, but it’s not just that. It’s about happiness, and communication, and addiction and tennis, and pressure and relationships and politics and entertainment, and pretty much the whole of humanity. And it nearly broke my heart, but then it did something totally different than what I was expecting, and didn’t quite break my heart, or at least, not in the way I was expecting it to.
See – it doesn’t quite make sense when I say it like this, unless perhaps you’ve read it too. Which is why this whole ‘Let’s all read Infinite Jest over the summer and talk about it’ thing is such a great idea. You may not be able to make sense of the book or your reaction to it and the way it just won’t leave you alone after you’ve finished it. But at least you can not make sense of it with a bunch of other people who are also getting incoherent over it.
