I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies. My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair. This is a cold room in University Administration, wood-walled, Remington-hung, double-windowed against the November heat, insulated from Administrative sounds by the reception area outside, at which Uncle Charles, Mr. deLint and I were lately received.
I am in here.
And so begins my participation in Summer of Jest.
I wasn’t going to participate. I have so much going on this month (and for the rest of the summer, really) that I didn’t think I’d have time. I just read Infinite Jest for the first time two summers ago. Reading it again without being able to give it the time it deserves didn’t feel right to me. I don’t know that I can read just eleven pages a day of this book.
But sj’s doing it.
Kate’s doing it.
Amy’s doing it.
(Other) Heather’s doing it.
Catherine’s doing it.
Rowena’s doing it.
EVERYBODY’S DOING IT.
And so but I’m doing it now, too.
My arm has been sufficiently twisted.
I cannot resist David Foster Wallace and the brilliance that is Infinite Jest. I cannot resist (re)reading a book that I love with some of my favorite people. I’m glad my initial resistance was futile.
If you’re interested in joining us, you can click the Summer of Jest banner or the link to Summer of Jest under the IJ quote (both found at the top of this post) for more information.
If you’d like to know more about the book, you can read the review I wrote two years ago. It’s a long review, but it’ll give you a good idea of what you can expect.
Three cheers for Summer of Jest! Happy reading, everyone!