For the last few weeks, I kept seeing folks on twitter mention that they were thinking about/had been convinced to/were participating in “infinite summer.” Being that I am completely clueless about a lot of stuff, I assumed this was some sort of list of summer related things or maybe a summer cocktail circuit and thought it seemed right up my ally. I mean, while I may not love summer’s heat and humidity combo, I love nearly every other single thing about summer.
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However, turns out that infinite summer is not about drinking mojitos while playing frisbee on a rooftop deck, but is instead about reading David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest. It’s a long book. It has 100 pages of endnotes. Reading at the infinite summer website, I had some concerns about reading a book that comes with instructions and warnings. Honestly, I worried that I wasn’t smart enough for the book. But, something made me decide I’d still give it a shot.
We’re pretty much supposed to read 75 pages per week. This is week one. It’s 2:00 pm EDT on Thursday in Washington, DC and I’m on page 13. This might be a problem.
