I must one of the few that has finished this thousand pages tome
. I was in the USA at the time, remembered the recomendation made by Time as one of the best books of '96
(they did it again: it's been shortlisted as one of the All-Time 100 novels
), and I guess I picked it up one summer, and read it. It was pre-blog times, so my memory is kinda fuzzy, but I sort of remember I enjoyed it.
It was literature just for the hell of it; it had two history arcs, and both were funny in its own way, quite ironic, and laden with footnotes that spanned, sometimes, quite a few pages.
Time is celebrating now its ten anniversary
, and it still thinks it was a good choice:
Those 1,079 discursive, hilarious, occasionally infuriating pages stand as the output of a writer's compulsion to communicate, although they can be addictive for readers as well. It's as if Wallace were saying, Listen: it would take a thousand pages to tell you what I mean, to fill the infinite void between you and me--and even then, it wouldn't be enough.
In fact, it was a novel about addictions, they were the theme that linked all characters; addiction to pot, to beauty, to alcohol... and how you overcome them.
And one of the things I'm addicted to is to put reviews upside down
, and look at those that gave thumbs-down to this book. I kind of agree with them too.. but, still, you have to read it.