I've been reading this for the past couple of months now, nearing the end:

It's widely regarded as one of the behemoths of literature, based mostly on it's tree-killing length of 1100 pages, but in reality it's far from a daunting read for the most part. Every page is highly entertaining, hilarious or full of intelligent insight, and it makes this piece of fiction dangerously addictive. David Foster Wallace may have been one of the wittiest motherfuckers who ever lived.
I'd recommend reading some of his non-fiction essays as well, they're nothing short of genius.

It's widely regarded as one of the behemoths of literature, based mostly on it's tree-killing length of 1100 pages, but in reality it's far from a daunting read for the most part. Every page is highly entertaining, hilarious or full of intelligent insight, and it makes this piece of fiction dangerously addictive. David Foster Wallace may have been one of the wittiest motherfuckers who ever lived.
I'd recommend reading some of his non-fiction essays as well, they're nothing short of genius.


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