Dear David Foster Wallace--
I tried.
Really, I tried.
But I just couldn't get into Infinite Jest.
Maybe I'm too stupid to get it. Maybe the sheer size of the book (1,077 pages!) got to me (but I must congratulate you on writing a book I could've used as a weapon if necessary).
But I finally had to stop on page 111.
See? I told you I tried!
Sure, there were some funny parts. Some parts that made me think. But I had no idea what the hell was going on. Was there a plot in there somewhere and I just missed it? I really thought I would've been able to figure that out by page 111.
Maybe someday when I'm smarter or have more time to myself (re: find myself on a deserted island), I'll revisit Infinite Jest. Until then, I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.
Hugs & Kisses,
Chag
An Open Letter To David Foster Wallace
