It’s often impressively clever but sometimes a little too clever and amused with its own cleverness. It’s about a film called “Infinite Jest” that viewers can’t stop watching and rewatching, and the first thing the ending makes you want to do when you reach it is reread the beginning, which is suddenly rich with meaning that you couldn’t have seen at the start. It’s humorous but never laugh-out-loud humorous, and at some points it’s just a slog to get through. It’s long and digressive and as it goes on it produces more and more material for self-reference and references that material in rich and unexpected ways. The best way I’ve found to describe David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest is as the literary equivalent of Homestuck or Arrested Development (especially season four).
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