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Shailen Jagtap shail7303a280 — Whether or not you love a cup of good Java like I do this book is a fascinating look at the history of the brown gold told in an entertaining style. It appears coffee might be the reason the West became so enlightened...ya think? Check it out...a nice easy read with some interesting facts.

Hüseyin Karabıyık hkarabiyik94c4 — Throughout my history of reading, I've always had a list of books, a bucket list you could say. Books that I promised myself that I would read before meeting that great publisher in the sky. The list may be long still (note to self: start choosing from the list), but two novels remained at the higher rungs: Gravity's Rainbow , by Thomas Pynchon. And, Wallace's megaton masterpiece, Infinite Jest . Gravity's Rainbow I have attempted on at least four separate occasions, each time getting a little bit farther, and understanding what I had read a little bit more. It's not that I hate the book. It's a book that requires complete focus to get the full affect, and because of the recent slew of postmodern novels I have been reading, I now understand this. Concentration is the key. And, a plan of attack. Which brings me finally to Infinite Jest . I purchased a brand new copy shortly after the new year. Looking at my copy now I can't believe this is the same book. Dog-eared, written in, a list of words on the front cover that didn't know the meaning of (some that I still haven't found a meaning to...what the fuck is katexia (or catexia)?...I think it means anorexic or skinny, but I could be way off). The copy has post it notes throughout. I, also, have a journal with about 10 pages filled with notes and characters. I mean this book has gone through the ringer. I've never studied a book so much in my life. And, you wanna know something? It was fucking incredible! Certain times I could put the novel down, take a week to read an entirely different book, then continue IJ without any hesitation or confusion. Aren't postmodern novels suppose to be a play on words, with innovative tricks that highlight an author's originality? Where how a message is said can become more important than what the message is. Well, it is plain to see that Wallace has some love of Gaddis, Gass, and Barth. But, he also has a style that is pure poetry without putting too much in the delivery itself. His writing expresses intelligence without looking too egotistical. Infinite Jest is not David Wallace shouting "Hey, look what I can do. Aren't I cool and original?". It's Wallace saying to the world, "Here's a story I thought you might like.", and his reader's go: "Holy shit, look what he can do. Ain't he friggin original?" And, it becomes addictive, like its subject matter. With about 100 pages left to go, I had to have rotator cuff surgery. Afterwards, I was hopped up on pain meds, but found one of the side effects was that I couldn't concentrate on reading for more than 2 minutes before the words seemed to melt off the page. Against my girlfriend's better judgment, I stopped the meds until I was able to complete the novel. How good is Infinite Jest ? More important than my well being, apparently. And, it was worth it! Wallace's monstrosity is not a hard book by any means. But, I would suggest that any unfamiliar readers use at least two bookmarks (you're gonna need one to keep track of the footnotes). Also, you're going to want to keep track of characters, and references (Years are named after name brands, so you could have Year of Glad, or Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment). And, lastly, do yourself a favour: download a dictionary app to your phone and keep it close-by. Wallace's mother was apparently a grammar nazi growing up...and, it shows! Because of what happened to DFW, the subject matter for people currently reading the book may hold a deeper meaning than those that read it while Wallace was still alive. He holds back nothing when referring to addiction: "That it is statistically easier for low IQ people to kick an addiction than it is for high IQ people." ...and: "That trying to dance sober is a whole different kettle of fish." ...or suicidal thoughts (depression): "That sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt." ...or freedom (U.S. version): "We don't force. It's exactly about not-forcing, our history's genius,. You are entitled to your values of maximum pleasure. So long as you don't fuck with mine." You have a novel that has three main storylines. Hal Incandenza and his years at a tennis academy. Dan Gately, and his stories concerning an addiction house. And, Marathe, and his views, ideas, and terrorist acts with the AFR (which is pretty much a French acronym for wheelchair assassins). Each of these storylines have subplots, with sub characters, and sub-subplots; then, Wallace interlaces all three storylines together. Most of the subplots are anecdotes, stories that may take a single paragraph, or thirty pages, to narrate. Some people have said that these stories have nothing to do with the plot. That is sort of true, but at the same time I don't really believe that there is a main plot, which makes these anecdote the plot itself. In other words: An Infinite Jest. And, play-on-words is what DFW thrives on. Everything has a double, sometimes triple meaning. You will suddenly realize another way to look at what you are reading, and then like a flash of lightening you are granted an epiphany that Wallace has been doing this 200 pages before you figured it out. And, you'll go back over it again to get the full effect. Wallace thrives on acronyms: P.G.O.A.T. (Prettiest Girl Of All Time); O.N.A.N (Organization of North American Nations)--which is a nation that combines Canada, US and Mexico into one unit, whose symbol is an eagle, holding a maple leaf, and wearing a sombrero; E.T.A. (Enfield Tennis Academy); U.H.I.D. (Union of the Hideously and Improbably Deformed). And, he loves paragraphs that last pages and pages. Sometimes, it can become frustrating, but if he didn't use acronyms and non conventional styles the book would be an additional 500 pages long. My review has not even scratched the surface of what makes this postmodern bible so endearing and masterful. Wallace is a genius, and he's given you a glimpse into his madness. And this madness can be brutal and depressing at times, followed by knowledge and insightfulness on the next page. But, at the center is humour. I mean laugh out loud, fall on the floor kinda humour (There is a workmen's compensation letter that could rival anything Christopher Moore could create). And, sometimes, you read a sentence that is fantastic just for its wording: "The legs of the constellation of Perseus were amputated by the earth's horizon." ...or: "His smile could sell things." I am now reading essays by DFW, and smile knowing that I still have two novels and a couple of collections of short stories still to savour. Infinite Jest will remain a special book for me, just as House of Leaves did nearly fifteen years ago. I know the re-read(s) that I do in the future are going to be just as rich and rewarding as the first go through, and that I say with certainty. David Foster Wallace was a troubled genius, and he left this world much too early. Some may say that the world is much dimmer since he left; I say that the world just couldn't contain his brightness. It seems only fitting that I should end this review with one of my favourite sentences of the book. "That it is possible to learn valuable things from a stupid person." So fucking true, David! Recommend? I think it goes without saying, but, Yeah, this is a classic for any book lover. 5 STARS, because that is all that I can give. Highest Recommendation Possible.

Aneta Browarska aneta_browarska — I enjoyed this one much more than I did the first Capital book with Julia. Logan and Maddy had a sweet story, but still there were some parts that just felt forced or as though I'd skipped pages in the story. Not anywhere near as good as I've come to expect from a Kleypas romance.