Day 11 – In which I am resurrected

Five days, twenty tylenol, and fifty plus hours of sleep later, my flu has finally succumbed to the power of my immune system. My speedy recovery spares you all the cringe worthy posts I had planned to use to postpone any further discussion of the book, including: (1) a personal biblio-biography, (2) a personal timeline of things worshipped and things feared (à la Todd Levin), (3) my favorite online dictionaries.

I’m looking forward to the next 700+ pages, as you so helpfully pointed out. It feels like we started reading this book weeks ago, not just eleven days. Eleven days? Inconceivable! Is it possible that Infinite Jest is affecting my experience of the time-space continuum? How is my experience of reality different because of David Foster Wallace’s words? My life does seem to be made of many narrators all of a sudden.

In the interest of experiment, I want to reverse this newfound strangle hold DFW has me locked into and instead impose reality on Infinite Jest. A reverse neck breaker of literary proportions, if you will. This time, I, the reader, will take charge over the book. No longer will I sit complacently wondering how Infinite Jest may devastate my well conceived opinions and thoughts. I have branded ye, O DFW! You now exist in a universe containing only two choices!

But I’d like you to know that in all truth, I’m only for one thing this campaign season with no sign of flip flopping.