For the past month and a half, I've been reading David Foster Wallace's outstanding Infinite Jest in tandem with the online reading community Infinite Winter. The website is maintained by a rotating core group of six "guides" who work to keep Infinite Winter up-to-date with daily ideas, discussions, recaps and more. On Sundays, they hand the microphone over to a guest blogger to weigh in with something of their own. I'm honored to be included among this group of bright and passionate readers, and to be honest, a little nervous to see my guest-blog post go live today:
This piece considers a lot of ideas about addiction that have been swirling around Infinite Jest since page one. I consider that the act of reading, especially getting lost in a massive tome like Infinite Jest, might simultaneously function as an intoxicating, addictive distraction and the means to wake up from such a thing.
Infinite Jest has already been such a revelatory read for me and I've still got around 600 pages to go. If you've ever thought about taking this book on, I highly encourage you to take the plunge.
Roberto Arlt, The Seven Madmen
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
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