I know there is something wrong with me. Because I am tempted to title my post “A Supposedly Fun Book I’m Sorry I Used Up All Those Minutes On”. Everybody loves David Foster Wallace. I admit I have never read anything by him, was a little intimidated to start with Infinite Jest, so figured I would get my toesies wet with another of his highly praised books, this one a collection of essays. Supposedly funny.
I thought it was self-indulgent, and snarky in a covert kind of way. Is it possible to be covertly snarkly? Not sure. Anyway, I didn’t find it either humorous or enlightening, but mainly condescending and supercilious. Certainly not kind or compassionate, or even simply neutral observations.
I am going to try Infinite Jest. Perhaps his fiction will appeal to me more than his non-fiction. After all, I can get all the condescending snarkiness I can handle on Facebook. I don’t need it in my readings.