David Foster Wallace: Infinite Summer

Less than three months ago I finished David Foster Wallace's "Infinite Jest" in only three weeks. Reading this book was like a full-time job. For reals. That's the only way I was able to finish it so quickly. Some days I read for six or eight hours. Hundreds of thousands of words and nearly 1,100 large pages painted with tiny font. The book is amazing. No description does it justice.

Two days ago I discovered Infinite Summer. So here I am. Committed to reading "Infinite Jest" again.¹ This time I'm giving myself three months. The entire summer. Hence the name. Infinite Summer.

It's all making sense now, isn't it?

Find "Infinite Summer" on Facebook and Twitter and the old-fashioned Internet. Don't kid yourself that 75 pages/week will always be easy. Sometimes I'd make it through only 10 pages an hour.

This isn't Hop on Pop, yo!

1: I probably wouldn't be doing it except I want my boy Davy to experience "Infinite Jest," and I don't think he'd do it without me. Normally he's into really short books. Like 300-pages-is-too-long short. All of this is similar to the reason I'll be reading "East of Eden" and "Grapes of Wrath" before the end of the year, because those are Davy's conditions for joining me on the nearly 1,200-page "Shōgun," and although I'm sure Steinbeck is worthwhile on his own, he isn't exactly my first choice, because I wasn't a huge fan of "Cannery Row," and also because samurais are cooler than sardines, and that's not even close, and this is definitely a run-on sentence.

Ed. note: "East of Eden" was incredible and "Grapes of Wrath" was pretty bomb also.