Turning David Foster Wallace's acclaimed novel into lasagna, eggs, and a cool outfit is better than reading it, writer Mira Gonzalez and comedian Jamie Loftus learned.
Jamie Loftus really got tired of dudes asking about it at the bookstore.
We may not get the next 'Infinite Jest,' 'The Color Purple,' or 'A Confederacy of Dunces,' if Trump gets his way.
After constructing pipes and bongs out of various household items—including David Foster Wallace's postmodern masterpiece, turning 20 this week—I realized that I, too, am a creative genius.
The film starring Jason Segel and Jesse Eisenberg takes a stab at dramatizing the famously perceptive—and persnickety—literary heavyweight.
I just finished 'Infinite Jest.' Like anyone who's spent months reading a 1,008-page book, particularly this one, I'm at a loss. It's sprawling, and by this point, all the important details from the novel's opening pages are teetering on the foggy...
Like anyone who's spent months reading a 1,008-page book, particularly this one, I'm at a loss.
As much as I despise the thought that all this post-death doing is killing what was wonderful about what had been, it is a good reminder to anybody that what you do or say or create often only begins to define what you always are.
Wallace's intersecting plotlines and cascades of footnotes were a testimony to the ‘infinitude’ of the world, as he experienced it. His biography, on the other hand, is more like a square meal than a crack binge. But it satisfies some basic biography...