There are, I think, two schools of thought about summer reading. The first is that summer is a time for light, fluffy, beachy reads. Sunshine means pulling out your Patterson novels or Picoult melodramas, then laying back in the sun with a floppy hat and a margarita.
Other people think of summer as a time for reading projects — using time and vacation to really delve into something intense. That’s what I did last summer when I read Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. I didn’t always love it, but I got done and felt proud of what I’d accomplished.
I’ve been debating how to write my Infinite Summer posts. After some deep soul-searching and contemplation, I’ve decided to think of them as a reading journal of what it’s like to try this immensely large and intimidating novel. I hope that sounds interesting to you, dear readers. At this point, reading Infinite Jest is like [...]
Since I started Infinite Jest, my goal has been to suck it up until page 223. I kept telling myself that if I could just get to page 223, everything would be good. Why? Because the Infinite Summer blog told me so In their posts on tips for reading the book, the guides (four readers [...]
