Just finished reading David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest. Wow. Very heavy, fucks with your head. Powerful and skillful use of the full range of the English language, from street dialect to things normally found only in the O.E.D.
And I’m such a junkie that upon finishing this book (granted, heavily caffeinated, and granted also after finishing the book and returning to the first 80 pages or so to try to find some reason in how the beginning (which happens after the end) connects to the end (which ends well before the beginning, seemingly before the resolution?)) and while still on the rushed glow that comes from some really damned good literary indulging, I promptly walked right into the bookstore next door and picked up a copy of Starship Troopers and of the new Cartoon History of the Universe volume 3, just as a way of coming down.
Bloody hell… that was good…
“Friends don’t let friends java and buy.”
*tsk* *tsk* *tsk* Dear, what are we going to do with all those books? Besides read them, of course. 😉
Think lots of bookshelves. 🙂