– Dale Peck, The London Review of Books, July 18, 1996 I resent the five weeks of my life I gave over to it I resent every endlessly over-elaborated gag in the book, like the ten-page riff on why video telephones are unviable, or the dozen pages on the teenager who won all his tennis games by playing with a pistol held to his head, or the thousands and thousands and thousands of words devoted to pharmaceutical trivia on all sorts of mind-altering drugs and I resent especially the 96 pages of tinily typed and deliberately pointless endnotes and ‘errata,’ 388 in total, which make the novel a two-bookmark experience.” As the preceding paragraph should make clear, I found Infinite Jest immensely unsatisfactory.
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