Infinite Jest, Painfully Finite Summer

This is really, really outside the normal purview of this blog, but a bunch of Washington DC-based writers are doing a group blog about David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest as part of the Infinite Summer book project. (And this is even more shameless than a typical blog plug, because I am supposed to be one of those writers.) It goes without saying that none of us is qualified to write about literature.

I've gotten through about 60 of the book's 1,079 pages. I am yet to fall in love, but haven't given up. My first post, outsourced entirely to James Wood, is here.