OK, one day I’ll get back into this, but real life (if there is such a thing) has taken over for a while. In the meantime, the tale of the woman who’s eating Infinite Jest, all 1,079 pages of it.
Wednesday, 14 January 2015
Tuesday, 7 October 2014
Wednesday, 24 September 2014
Wednesday, 21 May 2014
From Books, by Charlie Hill:
He held a small rucksack. In it, a pair of shorts, a shirt, two pairs of pants, a pair of flip-flops and a beach read. The book was by David Foster Wallace. Richard had put his favourite ‘Gone Readin’’ sign in the window of the shop and he hoped that this would be the case: he’d started the bloody thing half a dozen times and had yet to get beyond the first ten pages.Well, I got beyond 10.
Monday, 19 May 2014
Sunday, 27 April 2014
Saturday, 1 March 2014
Sorry, if anybody should happen to read this. Real life and all that. I did keep reading for a while, but couldn’t put into words what I wanted to say. And without the discipline of writing, the reading ground to a halt.
Maybe I’ll get back into it. Or maybe I should just check into rehab. In the meantime, here’s Robin Ince on pretending to have read Infinite Jest.