A review by peebee
Everything and More: A Compact History of Infinity by David Foster Wallace

1.0

I don't know why, maybe it's his three word name and the fact everyone seemed broken up when he died, but I figured he was some eminent figure of literature. I didn't realize he was some snarky NPR dick in the McSweeny's mold. This guy is WAY out of his league in writing a book on high level math, and from the ugly mess of footnotes, cutesy abbreviations that waste more time in the looking up than they save in the reading the non sequitur jokey jokes about people's names and how hard math is, and disjointed style of cramming math exposition into random sections, he maybe shouldn't write books period. This is the first book I've put up I haven't finished, but I am done with it, completely.