A review by joejohnson
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace

3.0

I never finished: gave up around page 400 when I still couldn't answer the question "What's the plot?" Maybe I'm a coward, but I'm actually proud of not indulging an overly indulgent book. Flashes of utter genius, but geniuses need editing and discipline, too. My official review at the end of my patience: "Wallace is indulgent and excessive and his prose is an endless stream of clever and remarkably crafted sentences, some lasting a whole, unindented page. The effect is something like an eighty-hour train ride between Boston and Tucson eating expensive cheeses and listening to a loop of Frank Zappa music while watching The Royal Tenenbaums and season four of Arrested Development. The first three or four hours are great…."