Thursday, October 11, 2007
Infinite Jest (1996)
Another of the best books about trash, as deep and insinuating as trash itself. Wallace is like Fielding: his niceties become the object of their own parody, and this would seem like mere cleverness, except that it so insistently displays the limits of self-consciousness.
Labels:
1996,
Books,
David Foster Wallace,
Henry Fielding,
Self-Parody,
Trash
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