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HAHAHAHAHA!
I broke my tumblr silence for this.
I talk about this entirely too much, the way an post-admittance addict is wont to talk about their addiction, but Infinite Jest is seriously finding increasingly disturbing ways to insinuate itself into my life, as if it feels it is a) a human and b) a human of great importance to me. Which it basically is, except without the hominid part.
Creepy: I have brought it up in, I think, every conversation I have had in the last 3-4 days.
Creepier: It’s clear that at the pace I am reading now, I will be finished in a few days, which is at best devastating. So I re-read the first 100 footnotes yesterday, just to slow the whole process down. And it’s like, why didn’t I just write my own stuff or clean my room or hang out with friends, if I wanted to slow the process down? And I can’t even answer that question, don’t know why.
Creepiest: I woke up today with the book for-real in my arms. Spooning this book.
A little upset; I crumpled the pages in my sleep.
Because I don’t want to be the last person to know that the word “synecdoche” is in order.