So I finished Infinite Jest today and that book fucked me up, man, so here's a post about it so maybe now I can stop looking up stuff about it on the internet and get back to work.
I wasn't particularly expecting to like this book, although it's of course super famous and critically acclaimed and so on. I don't read a lot of literary fiction because I don't like a lot of literary fiction, and indeed I hated this book for the first three hundred pages or so. HATED. Indeed, the only thing that kept me hanging in there was that I needed to read the entire thing in order to be able to properly articulate all the various ways in which I DESPISED it. Plus also my library's e-book selection is awful and I was having trouble finding other novels I was interested in and that weren't checked out.
Around where Marathe and Steeply showed up, though, I started to be like, "Okay, I guess this can be pretty funny sometimes. I guess I can see why some people might like it." Cut to the past couple days where I've been going on multi-hour binges to knock off the last 500 or so pages. I think I love this book? In like a kind of complicated way, but in the end it turned out to be a cracking good read and I'm unreasonably attached to some of the characters, and I've already gone back to re-skim the first chapter, and I'm sure I'll read it again, at least once.
Overall this story is just so delightfully batshit? Like it is completely ridiculous and 100% owns that ridiculousness and at times you can just feel Wallace must have been having a blast while writing some part or other because it's just so balls-to-the-wall out there silly and fun. In between the parts where people are getting murdered in lurid detail (one thing I could have done without tbh) or suffering terribly in their various addictions, I mean. The blending of comedy and tragedy is one of my absolute favorite things in fiction, and so few books can pull it off--so few books even really try--and that is one area where I think Infinite Jest is superb. It's hilarious and also deeply, deeply sad, and I eat that emotional dissonance up with a spoon.
Also, this book has one of the best action scenes I've ever read, and that was really not something I was expecting? And as someone who's kind of a connoisseur of action scenes, that's a pretty high bar to clear. The entire scene where the Canadians roll up on Ennet House to get their revenge on Lenz (while everyone is trying to move their cars) is just so fantastic. Excellent use of dramatic irony to keep the tension ratcheted high the whole time, that mix of zany and deadly serious, a twenty-eight-car pileup of stuff hitting the fan at once that's chaotic but not confusing... it all comes together so wonderfully as one long adrenaline-rush of a chapter that shakes everything up. Reading that part at 5:30 AM while speeding upriver in the Amazon added some atmosphere that probably took things up a notch, but still. So good. It also probably helps that it was kind of a crowning moment of awesome for my favorite character, or, err, crowning moment of half-suicidal rage that afterwards has him desperately trying to ask whether he actually killed anyone but failing because he's intubated and the people who come to visit him in the hospital are more interested in telling him their depressing life stories than trying to interpret his desperate grunting noises, but hey, that's the kind of book this is. Love it. I think I'm definitely going to reread that part before returning the book to the library. And take notes, maybe, heh.
Buuuut I also don't think the hype is totally justified. Wallace obviously knows what he's doing when it comes to your actual prose, there absolutely are a lot of good insights, great lines, funny moments, but, like, it didn't really come across transcendental to me? There's a lot that it does well, but it's a very flawed novel, too, and though I enjoyed it a lot and am going to reread it for sure, which is fairly rare, it's not like it's my all-time favorites or something that really struck me as this amazing work of literature. But then I may not be the best audience, since for me the off-the-wall crazy was really what made the novel for me, not the "profound" stuff. Like, my favorite scene involves Canadian toughs in leis chasing a shrieking crack addict around and around a car in circles, cartoon-style, not any of the ones that involve serious meditations on love or death or the media, etc. But hey, even if what I really appreciate is batshit, this book has some high-quality batshit, yo.
Okay just had to get that off my chest because I would love to discuss this book bad but I'm also not motivated enough to join any online groups for it and I don't think I actually can recommend it to anyone I know because even if they might enjoy some of the characters or themes or whatever I have trouble encouraging people to slog through a novel where there's no payoff for like 500 pages (I don't know anybody who'd be enough into the post-modern non-linear storytelling thing to go in just for that). So!