Infinite Summer is not even one week old. We’re barely 50 pages in. Join us in reading David Foster Wallace’s novel this summer.
“He [Gately] kept his big square chin up and his smile wide, but he bowed neither toward nor away from any man. He took zero in the way of shit and was a cheery but implacable exponent of the Don’t-Get-Mad-Get-Even school” (55).
Ah, Gately, I’ve missed you.
Up this morning early, primarily to read IJ. Thought I’d knock out a good portion but spent a good deal of time reading footnote #39 b (see note 304 sub.), which led me down a rabbit path of information.
Favorite word this AM: stelliforming
Ah, yes, the enfante terrible and AFR endnote of 5+ pages in three parts, one of which is a single line and another just three lines.
Gotta love this book.