Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? (Hamlet, V.i)
With a tip of the hat to Bud Parr at the fine Chekhov's Mistress, this looks interesting: a Summer of Jest. No, no, check that, an Infinite Summer: an on-line group read of David Foster Wallace's monumental Infinite Jest.
Sad to say, I've never read it. This just might be my opportunity. Here's the reading schedule, lifted from their site:
Date Page Location % Complete
Fri, Jun 26 63 1522 6%
Mon, Jun 29 94 2233 9%
Fri, Jul 03 137 3236 13%
Mon, Jul 06 168 3900 17%
Fri, Jul 10 210 4844 21%
Mon, Jul 13 242 5561 24%
Fri, Jul 17 284 6545 28%
Mon, Jul 20 316 7250 32%
Fri, Jul 24 358 8174 36%
Mon, Jul 27 390 8869 39%
Fri, Jul 31 432 9832 44%
Mon, Aug 03 464 10556 47%
Fri, Aug 07 506 11510 51%
Mon, Aug 10 537 12243 54%
Fri, Aug 14 580 13233 59%
Mon, Aug 17 611 13925 62%
Fri, Aug 21 653 14900 66%
Mon, Aug 24 685 15628 69%
Fri, Aug 28 727 16554 74%
Mon, Aug 31 759 17293 77%
Fri, Sep 04 801 18315 81%
Mon, Sep 07 833 19021 84%
Fri, Sep 11 875 19972 89%
Mon, Sep 14 907 20767 92%
Fri, Sep 18 949 21708 96%
Mon, Sep 21 981 22403 100%
Not really all that arduous—even including the endnotes. (N.b.: But don't take my listing the locations above as an implied endorsement of Kindle as to which I'm neutral at this point. If, however, the Kindle has the effect of actually reinvigorating the moribund publishing industry and providing me with the opportunity to find an agent who is actually taking new authors and get my novel published, well...I just might be tempted to take sides!)
Anybody with me? Of course, that means I might have to blog about my experience.
Or, maybe we could all just take tennis lessons.
Mon, Jun 29 94 2233 9%
Fri, Jul 03 137 3236 13%
Mon, Jul 06 168 3900 17%
Fri, Jul 10 210 4844 21%
Mon, Jul 13 242 5561 24%
Fri, Jul 17 284 6545 28%
Mon, Jul 20 316 7250 32%
Fri, Jul 24 358 8174 36%
Mon, Jul 27 390 8869 39%
Fri, Jul 31 432 9832 44%
Mon, Aug 03 464 10556 47%
Fri, Aug 07 506 11510 51%
Mon, Aug 10 537 12243 54%
Fri, Aug 14 580 13233 59%
Mon, Aug 17 611 13925 62%
Fri, Aug 21 653 14900 66%
Mon, Aug 24 685 15628 69%
Fri, Aug 28 727 16554 74%
Mon, Aug 31 759 17293 77%
Fri, Sep 04 801 18315 81%
Mon, Sep 07 833 19021 84%
Fri, Sep 11 875 19972 89%
Mon, Sep 14 907 20767 92%
Fri, Sep 18 949 21708 96%
Mon, Sep 21 981 22403 100%
Not really all that arduous—even including the endnotes. (N.b.: But don't take my listing the locations above as an implied endorsement of Kindle as to which I'm neutral at this point. If, however, the Kindle has the effect of actually reinvigorating the moribund publishing industry and providing me with the opportunity to find an agent who is actually taking new authors and get my novel published, well...I just might be tempted to take sides!)
Anybody with me? Of course, that means I might have to blog about my experience.
Or, maybe we could all just take tennis lessons.
1 comment:
Ahh, Jim, to have the luxury of swanning off to MacArthur Park for a few matches with able partners. In this blowsy spirit, on Monday morning I aim to post a comment on Critical Distance in response to my reading of Steven’s work recently published there, which I simply cannot get out of my head. It is conceived as a Tom Jonesian (1) homage, if you will.
(1) I feel compelled to offer an explanatory contextual note, especially for the younger among you who may not yet be able to discern the difference. What you will see is not some Victoria’s Secret bullshit, gentlemen, but 100% genuine Madison Avenue goods. Lingerie, a foreign word to many, but one that I hope will soon roll trippingly off the tongue for us all. The panties I have selected to honor Steven are indeed from France.
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